The kids were trying my patience in the car, and they knew it:
S: Mommy, are you going to leave us on the outskirts of town?
R: We live on the outskirts of town.
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- The Shore, NJ, United States
- I'm a mother at home with four children. I live in my beloved hometown, near an ocean, two rivers, and countless creeks. I'm working on my third YA novel--the first one is in the metaphorical drawer, and the second one is winging its way to agents as we speak.
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