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to Fairfax with a card and a box of Arturo Fuente Hemingway Short Stories, his favorite, because he liked to smoke one on the porch after dinner and he always said the short ones meant he didn’t feel guilty about finishing them. I parked in the driveway of the house on Maple Crest. I walked up the steps. I rang the bell.
She stood in continue reading …
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