There were only two kinds of people in our town. The stupid and the stuck my father had affectionately classified our neighbors. The ones who are bound to stay or too dumb to go. Everyone else finds a way out. There was no question which one he was but I'd never had the courage to ask why. My father was a writer and we lived in gatlin, south Carolina , because the wates always had since my great great great great granddad Ellis wate fought and died on the other side of the Santee river during the civil war.
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