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

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rugs had protected the wood from sunlight, surrounded by darker aged sections. The walls were pockmarked with holes from picture hooks and faint outlines where artwork had hung for years.

I walked through each room one final time, my footsteps echoing. When I reached the foyer, I held a thick manila envelope in my hands.

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