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another thing breaks and I have to figure out how to fix it with resources I don’t possess.
“Is it dead?” Milo asked from the doorway, peering into the laundry room with his characteristic gloom.
I sighed. “Yeah, bud. It fought the good fight, but it’s done.”
Nora appeared beside her brother, arms crossed in that no-nonsense stance she’d somehow perfected continue reading …
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