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in Westchester are gorgeous,” she said. “Perfect for the brand.”
Mr. Lavine slid an envelope across to me. Inside were the key, the deed, and my mother’s note.
When we left the building, Savannah pressed the button for the elevator and said, “Don’t be too sad. Everyone has their path.” The elevator closed.
I stood on the sidewalk for a long time.
I went continue reading …
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