"Hey lady, this shirt still looks pretty new. You sure you don't want it?"The garbage collector held up the collar. Tucked right by the cuff was a tiny, crooked sun that Daisy had stitched."I'm sure.""What about these slippers? They've only been worn a few times, right?""Crush them all."He reached down again and pulled out a blue toothbrush with a little sticker that read "Daddy"."Your kid put this on here? Sure you don't want to keep it?""I said crush it."The trash truck's compactor slowly closed. The little stitched sun was the first to get soaked in filthy wastewater, before sinking into the sludge right alongside the toothbrush.The man glanced at me, but didn't ask any more questions.When I got back upstairs, the front door lock was jiggling."Debra, this spare key actually works! She didn't even change the locks," Ava Graham, Theo's cousin, said as she pushed the door open, holding two fancy specialty hampers.My mother-in-law, Debra Miller, followed right be
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