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    Summer Love – (Chapter: Prayer Of The Refugee)

     

    As  the truck rolls to a stop i look over at a still sound asleep Caleb. I kiss the top of his head and  get out of the truck. Even though Spencer seemed like she was good with kids i still didn’t like the idea of leaving him with someone i didn’t know all that well. It’s 6am and there are already what i assume are workers bustling around the barn and house. I look at the house and realize how big it really is. It was a country style house, with a wrap around porch and a swing. It was a cute house really. The barn was even bigger then the house. The Carlin’s farm was well known for apple’s, grapes and pumpkins. Hell i buy mine and Caleb’s pumpkin here every year. I had never seen Spencer here though. Mostly just the workers that work for them. Most of the workers were Mexican, and knew very little English, but they were always really nice to me.

    I walk around to the passenger side of the truck and gather a sleeping Caleb in my arms and head for the house. He’s completely out, he doesn’t even move when i pick him up and head for the house. As i get to the door Spencer meets me smiling. She even looks hot in the morning. I can actually feel my mouth come open while i state but i cant even stop myself. She has her hair down a pair of tiny shorts on and a beat up old tee. She also has a pair of glasses on to top it off.

    " See something you like there Ash?" I was temped to just turn around and walk back to the truck. Not knowing what to say,

    " It’s ok at least you don’t try and hide it like the workers do." Now i can feel my face turn completely red as i just stand there still not knowing what to say as i stammer and look at the ground.

    " Your so cute." She says and motions for me to come in the house. Maybe there is hope. Maybe she isn’t as straight as she looks. That would be amazing if i could maybe say something instead of just standing here stammering. I’m making some good progress here. Awesome.

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