The day Shiloh come, we’re having us a big Sunday dinner. Dara Lynn’s dipping [her] bread in her glass of cold tea, the way she likes, and Becky pushes her beans over the edge of her plate in her rush to get ’em down [eat
them]. Ma gives us her scolding look. We live high up in the hills above [the town of] Friendly, but hardly anybody
knows where that is. Friendly’s near Sistersville, which is halfway between [the towns of] Wheeling and
Parkersburg. Used to be, my daddy told me, Sistersville was once of the best places you could live in the whole
state...”
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Third-person
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Second person
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First-person