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The first time they came in here, the man called me and asked me to help with something they dropped because they all had their hands full. It was a box that fell on the path leading to their gate.
I pick it up and followed them to their house. They were our new neighbors.
A man, his wife, and a boy who looked five years old. I lived in the storey building next to thei…
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