For her. For us.
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(Wednesday—5:56 p.m.)
Dressed in her yellow top and white shorts, Georgia is walking around the house barefoot. “ZEEEEEKE!” In a loud, excited voice, she rushed to the man who is sitting by the fountain while carrying two bags of different flavored potato chips. “I found cheese and sour cream! What do you want?”
The moon is about to replace the setting sun, so Ezekiel’s vision is just on its way of recovery. But despite seeing her in a blurry field, her enthusiasm is enough to make him chuckle. “Don’t run, you might trip.” He said, and upon hearing her footsteps getting closer, he looked down on her feet. “You’re not wearing any sandals, aren’t you, Alli?”
Sheepishly grinning as she sat down beside him like nothing was said, she pushed the bags of chips into hi
