The last woman I had sex with died in a car crash four days ago Jeff Thomas The dawn was orange and dim when I rolled away from her. I walked out the door, never saying goodbye. The air was thick, a low fog covered seas of soybeans on either side of M-21. Quiet, eastbound, 6:06 a.m. Sunday morning. The Times Herald article said she’d been an all-conference volleyball player, she was coaching the JV girls at her old high school. There were pictures of teenagers decorating a cross on the side of the road, mothers
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