No.

This is creepy.

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Creepy presents. We all return to the earth, written by Imogen Toulon, and narrated by Nicole

Goodnight. Welcome to the country, Richard yelled enthusiastically accrued on and narrated when Nicole good night.

Welcome to the country, Richard yelled enthusiastically across the driveway, chuckling to himself as he watched me wrestle with the overturned compost cart.

Bits of wilted lettuce spilled across the yard, an unwelcome reminder that I had chosen

greasy take-out pizza over salads for another week.

Richard meant well, but he didn't know me. He didn't know that for 30 years, I'd lived much deeper in the sticks than he'd ever seen in his 70 years. A hungry black bear digging for a snack

in my green cart was nothing. Country living knew me well. He stood with his hands on his hips. It got mine too,

he called, flashing a grin. His dentures reflected in the light, and I caught a glimpse of the man he

once was, probably handsome in his prime. I humored him with a quick wave before rushing inside to

wash my hands. Already late for work. I didn't need the extra chore or the neighborly commentary slowing me down.

I slid into the front seat and turned the key. The engine roared to life, drowning my thoughts as I shifted into reverse.

I waved again, flashed a tight-lipped smile, and pulled out of the driveway.

A few miles down the road, Richard's voice echoed in my head, and I felt the heat of annoyance creep up. I could have fired back a dozen smart replies, revealing that I, too,

was raised in the country. But this wasn't a competition. Guilt pinched me. I really should

lighten up. I knew soon I'd need to go over

there and have a proper neighborly chat, but the timing never seemed right. At a stop sign,

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