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Nobody else’s.”
My eyes snapped to his, sharp and unblinking. “She’s 90 years old, and she lives alone.”
The guy genuinely looked sorry.
But he also had a boss, and that boss was Gavin.
So, a few of us neighbors grabbed our own tools and spent the afternoon helping Darlene.
We cleared what we could. It wasn’t professional work, but at least she could get to her front door without climbing over branches.
That’s when she told me the truth.
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