I laughed.
Not because the question was funny.
Because I genuinely thought she was joking.
“Is it permanent?” Vanessa asked again, pointing toward the wall.
I looked over my shoulder at thirty-five feet of railroad ties, steel anchors, drainage pipe, and twenty years of settled earth.
“Unless gravity changes its mind,” I said, “yeah.”
She smiled politely.
The kind of …
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