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The following Sunday, Elaine arrived carrying a paper bag against her chest like something fragile.
“I haven’t listened to it in years,” she admitted quietly.
We sat at the kitchen table while rain tapped softly against the windows. Jasper lay between us, his gray muzzle resting across Elaine’s slippers.
Inside the bag was a tiny tape recorder covered in scratches.
Elaine turned it over carefully.
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