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Chapter 14
Chapter 14For the next week Neil worked hard on the house, with Marshall’s assistance the first day. They assembled the bookcases and filled all eight of them, six lining one wall of the living room and two upstairs in his bedroom. When Marshall realized exactly how many books Neil owned, he was somewhat flabbergasted. “I read, but damn, Neil, not this much.” Neil pointed out that half of them were his from when he owned the architectural firm, and some—two shelves worth—were his childhood books. The rest were an eclectic mix of mysteries, thrillers, horror stories, and general literature. He spent part of the next day online choosing furniture, all of which would be delivered within a week. The following day was given over to going into a town fifteen miles away to visit both an antiq
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