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On Sunday afternoon when my parents were busy with their own activities, Crystal took my hand in hers and quietly said, “Let’s go outside for a while,” so away we went. I assumed we were off for another walk to the rear of the farm, but she fooled me when she led me directly to the barn and up the ladder to the hayloft. We left the comforter and straw bales in place the day before after I shared my secrets concerning my visits with my invisible friends and my Grandpa when I was on the operating table after my automobile accident. She sat down and leaned against my straw bale. “Come. Sit down close to me so we can cuddle while we talk.”
Of course, I willingly complied, and we immediately enjoyed another series of passionate embraces that left us both panting and dealing with elevated ho
