She calmly placed the clipboard on the shelf, grabbed her jacket, and walked out the door. She heard calls following her as she strode down the hall, but she never hesitated once. Charlotte's mind was made up the moment those words came out of his mouth. She was done… and she wasn't looking back.
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Two Jars of Honey and a Kiss
Lucas removed his shoes and socks, rolled up his pant legs, and waded into the water hidden behind a wild growth of willow, alder, and pine that shaded the river bank from the hot afternoon sun. Here, the river ran narrow and shallow and the water was clear and cool. Lucas cupped his hands, scooped up some water and threw it in his face. It felt good and washed the sticky dried sweat from his brow. Just a couple of hours earlier, he had been in town selling honey at the market, while sweltering the summer heat. It had been a fine day for him. There was a good market for honey.
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❤️🎯Great job!