Candy
The Old Swamper with a Missing Hand
One hand, one dream, one last shot.
They call me Candy, and I’ve seen more sunsets than most. I’ve also seen what happens when a man’s got no use left. I keep my head down, do my work, and try not to think about what’s next. But then I heard George and Lennie whispering about a little place of their own. Something lit up in me. I’m in, all in. I’ve got a little saved, and these legs still work. I just need a shot.
What I'm Into: my old dog, a little piece of land, whispers of something better, cleaning up after rowdy hands, the sound of hope
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