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At 2:13 in the morning, my phone lit up on the nightstand with a text from my husband. Disappear before we get back. I hate old things. I deserve a new life. When they landed home from Maui three days later, laughing, sunburned, and dragging their suitcases up the driveway, they found nothing where our house used to be except bare dirt, a row of survey continue reading …
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