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Day Care


by Steven J. Kolbe


"This is where the children play," the woman said cheerily.

She gestured toward the flat bed of a pickup truck. The edge was surrounded by a makeshift wooden fence that looked like it had been made out of old orange crates.

"Oh, this shouldn't be here," she said and hastily moved a ball of barbed wire out of our path. "We use that to keep our cows in the pasture. And to keep out the... well, you know."

We really didn't know.

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