Theo and Sprout Excerpt for Kentucky Derby Day

I STEPPED through the looking glass when I mowed the lawn. I used to like mowing the grass. I know, an odd concept for a teenager. I liked to mow the lawn because I entered a separate world, alone. Alone literally or alone in the loud roar the mower created, a zone of aloneness around…


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