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January 16, 2012
"Hey!" Lawerence heard. It was Tom Petty's voice, mimicking a lyric from Don't Come Around Here No More. Lawerence paused, looking down at the gruesome picture he had been drawing and shook his head. Where to go from here? The sunlight, which had been pouring through the cracks in the barn's siding, was interrupted, revealing a young woman below the railing, holding up a leg of lamb, cheese and hard bread. She smiled, and he wondered why he had allowed himself to revel in the dumps this long. Everyday she'd return, but would only stay when his smile was genuine.