Winn Dixie

into the yard. I looked under all the chairs and around all the bushes and trees. I called his name real loud. I felt like crying. It was my fault. I was supposed to hold on to him. And I forgot. "Opal," I heard the preacher call. I looked up. He was standing on the porch with Gloria. And Dunlap and Stevie Dewberry were standing there, too. "Your guests are here," the preacher said. "I don't care," I hollered.

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