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I let it ring four times. Then I answered.
Where is it, his voice was different. The memo writer was gone. This was something rawer. Natalie, where is the house?
Gone, I said. The word felt clean in my mouth, like cold water.
You can’t, you can’t just, he stopped. Started again. That’s my home.
It was my land, I said. You know that. You’ve always known continue reading …
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