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Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

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“No,” I said, holding her arm. “Donald is at the dentist in Mount Vernon until three. He will not believe us without the full proof of what Robert did with those delivery slips.”

“But we have the driver’s signature from the warehouse,” Sarah said.

“We need to be sure,” I said. “Go back to the greenhouse and watch the office. Do not let Robert near the continue reading …

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