A Tin of Old Photographs Revealed Why a Best Friend Kept Helping

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He did not turn around to look at me, keeping his back to the room.

“Six weeks is not a long time when you are looking for a new place to live,” he said.

I picked up the document and stood up, my knees stiff from the low chair.

“Thank you, Harold,” I said.

I walked down the hallway to my desk, my heels making a dull clicking sound on the linoleum.

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