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Carrots – authoranonblog
Sweat ran down Rodney’s arm, wetting the dry dirt surrounding him. “Carrots.”Rodney had hated carrots ever since his mother forced them down his throat when he was 3. It was his earliest, clearest memory.After all of the planning, the pay-offs, the near mess up the night of … his partner hid the loot in a …