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laugh. Mary’s scolding in some recipe. Richard’s clean tears. Tessa’s shy “thank you.” The fake roar of Liam’s dinosaur. And, clearly, as if crossing the wall of time, Mr. Arthur’s voice: —”Mystery neighbor…” I stopped in the hallway. There was no one there. Just the new lightbulb, the rosemary pot by the entrance, and the smell of soup lingering on continue reading …
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