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[emmett_reiland]

The tall yellowed grass blurred outside the station wagon. Evan ran with it, his eyes concentrating on each blade, trying to sort each thin strand into its entirety in the minute part of a second that it passed before his eyes. He stared out the window with the intent look that children have-that intent look like confusion or frustration, that

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[chef_brockett]

This is a good segment. I like description of the images. You have captured detail well.

Evan's mom died?