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“Hmm,” he mumbled. “Jasper, wake up.” His mother shook his shoulder. “You need to get up, baby. Get dressed.” “What?” Jasper Leary opened his eyes. It was still dark outside his window. “What’s wrong?” “We’re goin’ up to the farm. Won’t that be fun, baby?” She flipped on the bedside lamp, blinding him”
― D.M. Pulley, The Buried Book