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"You ok?" Carly said, leaning against the brick wall that circled the church parking lot.
Vanessa sighed. "Just tired of it all, I guess."
"Tired of what, hon?" asked Carly.
"Tired of the fighting. Tired of talking about love but not showing love. Tired of the hypocrisy." Vanessa said.
There was a long silence. Fireflies were slowly starting to appear as the sun set over the corn-filled horizon.
"I know what you mean." Carly said softly, the words almost inaudible.
Vanessa dug through her purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Sorry, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do," she said as she lit one.
Carly smiled softly.
The nicotine smell filled the air.
Out of nowhere, Carly said, "you know, I had never seen corn fields until we moved here. Like, I mean I seen the mo
