A Deer in Headlights
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hoosh! The blustery wind tousled my hair as I walked around the square. It was Christmastime, and there was a small-business Christmas fest in the small town of Monmouth, Illinois. The lights were twinkling like fireflies on a summer night. I was there with my mom, my Aunt Deedee, and my sister, Abby. It was pretty cold that evening—not below zero but still cold enough to make you shiver. Abby and I were walking ahead, and my mom and Deedee discussed what we should have for supper. “Well,” my mom said, “I should probably call Dan and
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see if he needs anything.” “Yeah, I should probably call Lance too,” my aunt added as she whipped out her phone. My dad and uncle were farmers doing anhydrous at the moment. For the time being, Abby was complaining, “I really didn’t want to come here in the first place, and now we have to take food halfway across the country.” “It’ll only be to a field, and besides, you were just saying not ten minutes ago that you were going to die of hunger,” I announced to her, kind of annoyed. Both Deedee and my mom were off their phones by now. “Well,” my mom starts, “apparently we are going to have to take your dad to another field.” “Lance would also appreciate some food as well,”
