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

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The lease was for twelve months, a full year of knowing exactly where Mia would sleep every night.

“Here are the keys,” Mr. Miller said, dropping two brass rings into my palm. “You can start moving things in tomorrow morning.”

I held the cold metal in my hand, feeling the weight of the teeth pressing against my skin.

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