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the hall closet, next to the Mansfield Keats binder I had kept closed since Thanksgiving. The binder was heavier than the box. I found that interesting. I found that correct.
That night, Meline’s handwritten card arrived in the mail. Cream envelope, her handwriting, two words on the inside.
Well done.
I slid it into the front pocket of the binder. Nathan continue reading …
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