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was a worn leather notebook.
I opened it carefully. Every page had dates, and next to each one, a short note.
The first one stopped me cold.
“Nov. 12, 1998 — Girl named Nora. Two babies. Gave me $10. Don’t forget this.”
My vision blurred instantly, and I pressed my hand to my mouth.
I turned the page.
More entries about other people.
Different years.
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