The Night He Told Me to Leave, He Forgot Whose Name Was on Everything

was doing me some great favor. “I want you completely out by Sunday evening at six. Pack your clothes, your shoes, your books, whatever little trinkets and knickknacks you’ve collected over the years. But don’t even think about touching the furniture or the appliances. Anything that adds material value to this house stays exactly where it is.”

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