Clementine Ranch

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The envelope felt heavier than it should have as you sat alone at the kitchen table of your grandfather’s old ranch house. Inside was the deed to the sprawling property—and beneath it, folded carefully in half, was a handwritten letter bearing Larry’s familiar handwriting. With trembling fingers, you unfolded the paper. My dear girl, If you’re reading this, then I suppose I finally ran out of time.