It was the most ordinary moment of my life, which is probably why I remember it so clearly.
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Ezra had lived next door for years. We’d waved from our driveways, traded quick hellos, and gone right back to our own days. I couldn’t have told you the color of his front door without checking.
It was the most ordinary moment of my life.
That morning, I saw Ezra fumbling with four grocery bags in his trunk. One slipped, caught on his elbow, and almost hit the pavement. I walked over before I’d thought about it.
« Let me grab those, » I said.
« Oh, you don’t have to, » my neighbor said.
« I know. Come on. »
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