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Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

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but down at the floorboards where the green painted wood had begun to chip near the doorframe.

His shoulders shook once, a quick, silent tremor that made the wool of his brown vest bunch around his neck. He pulled his wool tie from beneath his collar, breathing through his mouth as he began to polish the glass of his spectacles with the wide end. The continue reading …

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