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Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

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leather gloves on the wooden counter.

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Clara Davis tapped her fingers on the edge of her keyboard, her eyes squinting at the green letters on her monitor. “Your property is clear, Martha, but I do have a note here about a recent inquiry on your parcel.”

I leaned against the counter, my cold toes aching inside my winter boots. “What kind continue reading …

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