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it cut into my palm.
The diner was quiet when I burst inside. Joe stood behind the counter refilling sugar dispensers.
I held up the key.
“Is it true?” I asked shakily.
Joe stared at me for a long moment, then reached beneath the counter and pulled out a folder.
Inside were legal ownership documents with my name printed across them.
Official.
Real.
Impossible.continue reading …
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