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you take out a loan?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She darted back toward the living room, and I heard her gasp, heard drawers opening, heard her running back.
“The spoons are gone. The silver service—where is it? The ruby brooch! Mama, where’s the clock? The painting?”
She looked around wildly, seeing every missing item, every empty space.
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