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23. Wren
Chapter 23 Wren The dumpster got dropped off at seven sharp, and I started to retrieve bags within minutes of the guy leaving. At least the elevator was in working order, keeping me from having to traipse up and down three flights of stairs. That would have killed me. But with countless bags, boxes, and old bins to lug outside, I expected it would easily take until sundown before I finished. Nancy wouldn’t be a whole lot of help with her old, achy knees, but I wasn’t about to turn away her offer. On my fourth trip outside into the cool morning air, I stopped short just outside the complex’s door as a big silver truck I recognized entered the parking lot. Blake. Heat flushed through me, definitely settling in my cheeks, but it was the relief, the thankfulness rushing through my body
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