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April paced back in forth in the kitchen, her hands fidgeting nervously. Her parents were to arrive any minute, and Jenny was busy preparing the noon..
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"This is perfect," April whispered to Drew, giving his hand a squeeze. "I can't imagine any other place for our future home." Drew had unexpectedly g..
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The wind whipped wildly at April's hair as she dug her heels into the horses flanks, urging him faster. She felt the tears sting at her eyes, but she..
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April was constantly by Drew, pressing cold cloths on his head, or holding his hand, whispering encouragingly to him. She prayed every moment, pleadi..
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"I-- I feel like everything I've ever learned to love and enjoy is-- is just tumbling down before my eyes," April told her mother, trying to keep the..
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Ever so slowly, Drew became stronger, and had fully gained consciousness. The doctor reported that he was recovering well with no sign of infection. ..
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Her fingertips onthe window, she watched, her heart light with relief and happiness, as they all pitched in to finish what remained of their future h..
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April watched in dismay as buckets of water fell from the dark, dreary clouds. Only two more days until her wedding, and she wasn't hoping for muddy ..
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Jenny weaved her way around muddy puddles, clutching her sweater more tightly. A gush of wind played with her orange-red hair, and she looked up at t..
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April rocked herself back and forth on the rocking chair, straining her neck to see out the foggy window. It had started raining again, and Mrs. Cart..
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