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Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

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to think about what she did,” I said. “And you will sell your office on Main Street to pay your debts.”

Robert looked at me for a long moment, his signet-ring finger tapping once against his knee before he remembered the ring was gone. He stood up slowly, his joints making a dry, cracking sound in the quiet kitchen.

“You won’t call the sheriff?” he asked.continue reading …

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