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A Crappy Summer Turns a Corner - Ann Lee Miller
I jerked upright out of a sound sleep. My newly broken ankle squawked in complaint. I peered at the sliver of streetlight slitting through the window and stilled my breath. Nothing. Well, nothing but the sound of Ralph sawing sequoia-sized logs in the next room. I wasn’t afraid. No one but an idiot would break …