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Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

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this house,” I said.

I picked up the twelve-dollar bottle of vitamin E oil from the counter and set it back in the cupboard behind the tea tins. My fingers felt steady as I closed the wooden door, the latch catching with a soft, clean click that sounded like the end of something long and dark.

By nine the next morning, the heavy rain had stopped, leaving continue reading …

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