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not have to worry about the winter wood or the taxes.”

“I am not moving,” I said.

At five o’clock, I drove to Raymond’s house at the edge of town. His driveway was long and gravel, bordered by overgrown lilac bushes that had lost all their leaves to the frost.

His old blue sedan was idling in front of the closed garage door, the exhaust rising in thick continue reading …