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Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

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metallic click. The autumn sun through the window was thin, casting long, pale rectangles across the linoleum.

“We have forty-eight hours,” Sarah said, her words tumbling out in a single, rushed breath. “If Donald signs that preliminary agreement tonight, Robert will have the developer’s lawyers draft the final closing papers before the co-op board continue reading …

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