My Neighbor Dug Holes in His Backyard Every Weekend – Then the Police Suddenly Arrived One Morning

couldn’t make decent coffee in the blue mug she liked because it always tasted worse in mine.

Then the rain picked up. I promised I’d be back next Sunday and stopped on the way home for Anna’s favorite donuts. That was the last ordinary Sunday I would ever have.

The driveway was slick when I pulled in.

“Brought your favorite, Annie,” I called out.

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