Why is Pennsylvania not an option?
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The farm girl heaved a sigh as she took a blouse off the clothesline. "What's wrong, Mary Ann?" Gilligan asked worriedly.
"Oh, nothing. It's just, I got this from my aunt on my birthday." She folded it neatly. "Do you miss your family, Gilligan?"
He ducked his head, but not before she saw an unfamiliar gloom darken his face. "I guess I miss 'em, sometimes. My brother and his family, my mom for sure."
"What about your dad?"
Gilligan turned away so she would not see the terror in his face.
He was not fast enough. She saw his fear.
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