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into the trunk. Greg was carrying a heavy carton of books.”

“They are moving to a smaller apartment in another town,” I said. “Brenda told me they found a place near her new job.”

“I see,” Harold said. “Well, it is probably for the best.”

“Yes,” I said. “It is for the best.”

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