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English
“No. No. Put that over there,” I said, directing the movers.
“English, where do you want this box labeled Miscellaneous Closet?” my best friend, Lark, asked from the other room.
“Uh, I have no idea. Just my bedroom is fine. I’ll go through it.”
Lark wiped her hands on her pants and came back into the living room. “You know, this really isn’t that much stuff.”
“I know. I didn’t take everything. I figured I would buy all-new furniture and decorations. I didn’t want to take anything that reminded me of him.”
“Makes sense,” she said. “Glad we could get the moving done early so that I could be here for you before work.”
“Me too.”
Lark and I had met in law school at Columbia. She worked on the reelection campaign for Court’s mom, Mayor Leslie Kensington. She was the one to rec
