I reckon now I can find it in my heart to forgive him. Sort of.
Old Harper was a mean one, all right. Used to beat me silly when I didn't do my chores, and made me sleep in a cramped hall closet when I was a kid. Kicked me out without a penny when I was 15, and I never heard from him again--until the letter from the lawyer came, telling me Harper passed away and left me a fortune.
I reckon now I can find it in my heart to forgive him. Sort of. Comments are closed.
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