“Laura Plume didn’t miss her home, not really. She missed her parents, her sister, her friend… She romanticized it most of all. The memories of growing up in the south, the summers spent in the pastures around a fire, country music, someone playing the guitar, quiet nights except for the chirping of crickets. She loved and hated how she couldn’t go to t…
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