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

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You do not need to worry about what Benjamin or the others think.”

“My reputation is on the line,” I said, my voice rising slightly.

“Your reputation is safe with me,” Harold said. “Mike was my best friend, and I am only helping you because of him. The staff is just jealous of your work ethic.”

He picked up his silver travel mug, the one that used to continue reading …

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