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Submitted to Contest #314
It was day six of the heat wave when Mr. Jacob's funeral procession approached. But just as they could hear the tires of the pick up truck nearing the house, Matthew's mother shooed him into the shed and told him to watch from there. He was grimy, his mother said. No place for grimy children up front. He hadn’t meant to get dirty, but it was hot and thick outside and all the dust and loose blacktop stuck to his sweat. Besides, he really didn’t want to be up front. All the commotion scared him a bit and from the way the other kids were talkin...
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