“Oh, thank God,” Harold said, glancing at his phone. “Blue got a job.” Lia looked over her book at him, raised an eyebrow and muted the TV. “No shit? What’s she doing?” “Candy striping, I guess. County line hospital. She sent the address.” He squinted at the text. “It just says striping,” he mumbled to …
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