Calling
That rock was calling my name, she said, as he heaved it into the wheelbarrow. The problem, he said, is they’re all calling your name. You’re right, but its heart would break if I left it behind after setting it free.
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That rock was calling my name, she said, as he heaved it into the wheelbarrow. The problem, he said, is they’re all calling your name. You’re right, but its heart would break if I left it behind after setting it free.