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Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

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from the folder.”

I stared at the empty space in the drawer where the green folders usually sat in neat, chronological rows. My mind went blank, searching for any memory of a phone call or an email I might have received during those long, exhausted afternoons when the heat in the sunroom made my eyes heavy.

“Did I write those down, Sarah?” I whispered,continue reading …

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