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went up two weeks later, looking almost surreal planted in her yard like a headstone for our war.
The day a “Sold” sticker appeared, Marshall walked over and clapped me on the shoulder. “Looks like you outlasted her.”
I looked at the sign. “I didn’t want to have to.”
The moving truck arrived a month later. Jolene loaded boxes with hired help, never once continue reading …
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