Why Martha Saved Five Hundred Paper Receipts From Her Weekly Grocery Trips

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“Kevin is packing his desk into a cardboard box,” I said.

She did not move for several seconds, her breath coming in small, silent puffs in the cold air of the car. She reached up and pulled the yellow hairclip off the visor, turning it over and over in her palm.

“What do you mean he is packing?” she asked.

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