They Gave My Sister A New Apartment And Me A Ruined House — Then Tried To Take It Back

are worth less, we expect nothing. This house was the one I built. And I was the one who decided what it meant.

I picked up Lorraine’s chisel — the hand-carved one she had given me on my eighteenth birthday — and ran my thumb along its edge.

Your hands know things your head hasn’t figured out yet.

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