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So they sold the house. Quietly. They donated furniture they didn’t need. They packed what mattered: books, a few framed photographs, Eleanor’s old notebooks filled with lesson plans and poems she’d never shown anyone. Walter brought his toolbox, as if he might need it to fix the sky.
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