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She Tried To Kick Me Off My Ranch Until The Police Learned The Truth

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two hours out of the city to sleep on a folding cot in a room attached to a storage shed.

Around noon a black SUV came slowly up the drive, and for one second I thought Karen had found some final reserve of audacity and returned. Instead, a woman in jeans and a baseball cap stepped out holding a foil-covered pan.

“Mr. Sutton?” she said.

“That’s me.”

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