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The sun shone down in glistening warm rays, catching itself in the muddy waters of the lake and reflecting in a blinding crystal glimmer. The cattails sang gently in a breeze that, though warm, did not cling to a body. The trill of a birdcall merged with the lapping of the lake in the wind. And the earth, had one been barefoot, would have felt pleasantly squishy between their toes, for by the smell of the air, it was easy to tell that rain had not fallen in this place too long ago.
Cody ran his hands through the cattails. Pete was just ahead of him, sniffing around for any faint scent of a rabbit. Cody heard the clomp of his brother's boots not far behind him. Cody grabbed his pistol in his other hand and whistled for Pete.
At his master's command, Pete clumsily ran towards Cody. Cody bent down to pet the beagle.
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He laid the table in the bed of the truck and briskly walked back to retrieve the TV, not looking at Melissa or acknowledging her comment. He gently laid the TV in the truck and told Melissa goodbye and thanks.
"Cody…" she said longingly.
Cody whirled around to face her. "What?" he demanded. His irritation at her was obvious.
"Talk to me," she pleaded.
"It doesn't concern you. I don't want to talk about anything. I don't have anything to talk about," he yelled.
"Cody, you can't keep on like this -"
"Like what?" he demanded.
"Look at you!" she screamed. "You don't talk to anyone anymore. Not me, not your parents, not your friends, not even to Sarah. It's been almost a year, Cody. God! I know it hurts. I know how it hurts to loose him -"
Again Cody cut her off. "What would you know about loss?" he snarled.
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