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

of your building next week,” Harold said, tossing the keys gently into his hand so they clicked.

“The landlord said they would start on Monday,” I said.

“The fumes will be terrible for Mia’s chest,” Harold said, his voice low and serious. “She shouldn’t be breathing that in for three days while they do the trim.”

“We can open the windows,” I said.

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