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Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

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my keys right out of the office drawer, telling Donald he would keep them safe on his own kitchen table across town.

By eight the next morning, the kitchen table was cleared of everything except my small white thyroid pill, a glass of water, and a yellow legal pad. Sarah sat opposite me, her fingers working the clasp of her silver necklace with a rhythmic,continue reading …

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