Winn Dixie

"Ten," said the preacher. "Nine," I told him. "Nine ," said the preacher. " She drank. She

drank beer. And whiskey. And wine. Sometimes, she couldn't stop drinking. And that made me and your mama fight quite a bit.

Number ten," he said with a long sigh, "number ten, is that your mama loved you. She loved you very much. "

Opal

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