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

He laid the lease agreement on the hood of his car, the paper fluttering slightly in the dry breeze.

“It is a quiet building,” Mr. Miller said, pointing to the signature line. “Mostly older folks and a couple of young teachers from the elementary school down the street.”

I looked at the address printed at the top: 412 Maple Street, Apartment 2B.

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