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from last year. We need it for the state examiner’s file.”

“The taxes are paid,” I said.

“We still need the physical deed, Mother,” she said, opening the top drawer of the desk where I kept the menus and the spare keys. “It is much easier if we have everything in one folder before the fourteenth.”

She rummaged through the papers, her continue reading …