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The first thing I did was count the glasses. Twelve. For twelve chairs. For twelve people who had driven out from the county seat to witness the signing of the deed that would save our father’s land from the foreclosure notice pinned to the county clerk’s window for the better part of a month. I wiped the rims with a cloth that had seen better decades, my fingers stiff from the cold that had...
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