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“Wha…what should I do with…?” Suzette sobbed.
“Quick! Hide it in the hay on the tractor over there before it leaves. It’s small enough no one will notice, ” John dictated.
“But… what about when the tractor reaches it’s destination?”
“It’ll become bird food I suppose. Only natural.”
Suzette broke down, sobbing uncontrollably, unable to continue. John grabbed the blanketed bundle from her and tossed it between the hay,”Then I’ll do it myself!”
“No more.” John dragged Suzette back inside and whispered, “I told you I didn’t want him. Any more babies will end up like your little Michael. Got it.”