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Chapter Twenty-Eight III
She had to dig for quite a while until she struck gold—though it could more realistically be considered a landmine. Her diploma sat bronzed and shining, tucked away in a crinkled plastic sleeve that had torn as she’d jammed more and more useless documents into the spotted cardboard gift box. She considered it uncharacteristically mature of her to take it with her when she silently moved from home. Mind you, she had forgotten all about it until her brief stay with Marian again. By brief, she of course meant half a night.
“I’m sure it’s here,” her bathrobe was slipping further and further over her shoulder as she riffled through the untidy stack beneath the diploma; a tombstone for all of the more heinous envelopes. A statement from her now-defunct trust. A parking ticket she’d stolen hoping Marian would be slapped with a late fine she could so clearly afford. Her yearbook. The marriage license she had stolen from
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