A CHAPTER FOR THEE, MILORDS.
My eyes tracked back and forth across the cattle pen. Why? Why was I doing that? All I'd achieved so far was making my headache worse...but no one could have blamed me for it if they knew what I knew. Progress or not, headache or noticed, it had to be done.
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