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” everyone had ended up calling me what Mr. Arthur had named me: Mystery Neighbor. At first it was an accident. Then a habit. Then a refuge. —”My name is Helen,” I said. Claire opened her eyes wide. —”Helen?” —”Yes.” —”Like Oliver’s mom.” —”That’s why I didn’t say it. The soup was going to get confusing.” Claire burst out laughing. But then she looked continue reading …
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