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The black work jacket hanging over a dining chair.
The Kroger bags I had left on the kitchen counter.
Finally, she looked at me.
“Oh my God.”
Her voice barely came out.
“This isn’t my apartment.”
“No.”
I lowered the bat.
“It really isn’t.”
She closed her eyes.
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