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Past Kianna “Kianna, come over here!” The young woman stood from where she had been crouched in the field and looked in the direction of her mother’s voice. Standing on the back porch, the older woman beckoned for her to come. With a groan, Kianna trudged through the field. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, her skirt was raised with pins, her work boots were brown from dirt, like her nails. She stopped beside the barn, took off her boots, and washed her hands before proceeding to where her mother waited for her. The kids should be doing their homework, and her mother was supposed to be working in the house. It wasn’t even time to stop to make supper yet. What could her mother want with her? She halted before her mother as Cat emerged from inside the house. Her best friend had b
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