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It was dinnertime when I called over to my parents’ house last night.
“We just sat down,” Mom informed me. “May I call you back?”
“I’ll make it quick,” I said. “I’m hoping you can find my old backpack. It might be in the attic.”
“Oh, dear,” she said. “Is this about you moving onto our property?”
She cupped the phone, and I heard her say to my father, “No, he’s not coming to live on the property.”
“This is about the backpack, not living in your woods.&rdqu...
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