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to get back on her feet.”
“I said nobody is moving into my house.”
The second time, my voice was steadier.
Colleen gave a small laugh that was not really laughter.
“Margot, I’m not trying to take over. It’s temporary.”
I looked at the boxes. The rug. The lamp. The fake ficus. Temporary was not the word for what was sitting on my lawn.
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