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the third time. The tree line was dark and still. Too still. No

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hen we moved in. I'd never asked who put it

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again when I got up for water, and once mor

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e yard or the window, but at the house itself, directly at t

window. My hands were st

at

the hallway, and I was movin

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wanted me

her jacket off the hook, and my keys off the

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