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Harold looked from the tractors to me to the folder and said, “Daniel, who on earth did you help?”
Before I could answer, a black SUV turned into the driveway and came slowly toward the house. Not flashy. Not new. Quiet engine. A hospital parking tag visible in the windshield.
It stopped near the porch.
The driver got out first, a woman in her fifties continue reading …
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