Winn Dixie

"It's time to head back," the preacher said.

"No," I told him. "You go ahead and go, but I'm going to keep on looking." "Opal," the preacher said in a real soft voice, "it's time to give up."

"You always give up!" I shouted. "You're always pulling your head inside your stupid old turtle shell. I bet you didn't even go out looking for my mama when she left. I bet you just let her run off, too."

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