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Arthur Won't Be Coming Home This Year

Elsie's meringue weeps more than she'd like. She hasn't lost her touch for turning it the perfect golden nor stacking it a proud four inches deep. She hopes one of her grandkids will drop by for a slice of her lemon pie on the way home from school. Rolly is her favorite — he takes the time to admire her rare collection of black glass knick-knacks. She has so little left to her name. Her kids sold off the farm and most of her possessions to pay bills when Arthur passed — then moved her into this tiny shoebox house.
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