"The sign entering our town had bullet holes.'Welcome to Grangeville: Population 254,' it read.Hell, that wasn't even accurate; I was keeping count.We were down to two hundred and thirty-six people, now.Our Yellow Pages more closely resembled a Jehovah's Witness pamphlet, and we couldn't even find enough people to advertise in it.Pretty pathetic, actually.My father owned the lone garage in town that addressed any-and-all of your automotive needs.My mom taught Math and English to grades 7-12 at our school that looked as if it were erected when Jesus walked the Earth.And me?I got paid a hundred bucks a week under the table to run the reception desk and clean rooms at the only motel our town had." - Sofia Beauchamp, Leaving Grangeville
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