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LILA
The call came while I was in the storage room at VEER, bent over a mislabeled box of curtain rods. My phone buzzed inside my back pocket, and I might have ignored it—until I saw the name: Repairman.
His voice was brisk but polite. The windows had been replaced. The cracked hinges on the b...
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