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Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Things He Kept

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Sunday morning began with a delivery of twenty-seven miniature pumpkins and a disagreement about whether a skeleton could be considered an appropriate employee.

“He’s very approachable,” Noah argued.

I studied the plastic skeleton seated behind the checkout counter. Someone had placed a straw hat on its head and arranged its bony fingers around a coffee mug.

“He doesn’t have a face.”

“Neither do half the customers before their morning coffee.”

Mari made a strangled noise behind me.

I looked at
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