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for the Cleveland branch.”

He did not look at the folders. Instead, he reached into his drawer and pulled out a small blue checkbook, sliding a slip of paper across the dark wood toward me.

“For the washing machine,” Harold said.

I looked down at the check. It was made out to me for three hundred dollars, written in his neat, upright handwriting.

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