Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

David’s army uniform shirt and placing it at the bottom of the blue suitcase. “We are going to find a place.”

“George is a liar,” Tommy said, dropping a bundle of plastic hangers into the box with a sharp rattle.

“We just need to pack our things,” I said, checking the kitchen clock, which showed twenty-five minutes to ten.

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