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ago.
But because I wanted that to be the first concrete act of the new chapter.
A locksmith named Ben came on a Tuesday afternoon and worked for 40 minutes while I watched.
And when he handed me two new keys, I held them in my palm for a moment longer than necessary.
My house. My keys. My life.
The second thing I did was repaint the bedroom.
I had always continue reading …
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