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footing corrects itself before a fall. I set my coffee down and went to the door.
Brooke smiled before I had fully opened the screen.
“Mom, this is Paul. He’s a notary.”
The word landed with a weight that the rest of the sentence was trying to disguise.
“We’re here to help you with some paperwork for the house.”
I looked at the man with the briefcase. He continue reading …
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