The sky was blue and cloudless. The sun was just dipping behind the maple in the McNaultys' yard. No, I trust you. I was relieved I could still talk. He leaned into the kitchen.
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Everything I was thinking was wrong and dangerous. I paid him for the lawn and scooted him out the back. This is like being sick, I thought, holding a bottle of San Pellegrino to my forehead. I've contracted a lawn virus named Chris. I didn't know how I was going to wait ten days for our lawn to grow.