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Abigail pulled her shorts up and checked she looked presentable in the mirror. With her hair tied back in a ponytail, and wearing a dark vest, she thought she was ready for hard labor in the barn, save for her sneakers, which were brand new and blindingly white in the sun.
It took her a further fifteen minutes to rush downstairs and make herself some toast. After spreading a thick layer of jam across it, she devoured the toast and washed up her plate. With Elise out for the day with Mike, Abigail could focus on the day’s chores ahead.
Once she’d tied her laces on her sneakers, Abigail shouted goodbye to her sister and set off along the fields of grapevines to the big old barn that Scott believed would fall down any minute. She didn’t buy it. The wood looked sturdy enough to her.
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