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Whose Garden Grows at Midnight
I write down everything at Marrow Lane. Rain. Whose here. Which plots are thriving. Every morning same routine. But this morning something feels OFF and I can't look away from it. It takes me maybe ten seconds to see what my brain already knows is wrong. And then it hits me. The pumpkin. Mr. Okafor's pumpkin. It's not where he left it.
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