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Demolition Before the Bloom

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everything brand new. Nothing used or from my attic.

And now Richard, a man I’d met exactly twice, didn’t want me at dinner in the house I’d just bought for his daughter.

“Excuse me, dear. Are you okay? You look upset.”

An old woman stood next to me. Her cart was full of food for a big meal. Pictures of her family were on her phone cover.

“I’m fine,” I continue reading …

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