


The four winds have blown us here, people from all across the country, to the very edge of this great land, and now, at last, we make our stand, fight for what we know to be right. We fight for our American dream, that it will be possible again.
“That old bag has no right to judge you. Stare her down,” Jack said, and urged her to keep walking.
“Come on, Ant,” Loreda said, pushing the dough away from her, “let‘s go root through the dirt like pigs.”
Ant giggled. “I like bein‘ a pig.”
“You would.”
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