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« It’s okay. I’m already holding it. »
« No, leave it. I’ll take it later. »
I laughed.
« Why later? It’s full now. »
He got up, took the bag from me, and put it beside the kitchen door.
And it sat there for more than two hours.
At 9:30 p.m, Ryan finally picked it up and took it outside.
That was the first time I really started wondering what was going on.
After that, I paid more attention.
Every night was basically the same.
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