’ ‘I’m that sorry, miss,’ Kimble said glumly. My Mom inherited our house from our Grandma, otherwise they never could have afforded it, not even twenty years ago. It’s made up of things as small as the diameter of hairs and big as life and death. “You will come back, won’t you?” He nodded cheerfully.
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