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spread across the mahogany desk, the gold lettering on their spines faded to a dull yellow. He had changed into a soft gray cashmere sweater, his usual crisp white shirt collar showing at the neck.
“These were my mother’s,” he said as I walked in. “I found them in the storage room lockbox this afternoon. I thought you might want to see them.”
I sat in continue reading …
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