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of voices erupted.
I Let My Sister and Her Kids Move Into My House – Three Months Later, My Neighbor Knocked on My Door and Said, ‘You Need to Check Your Basement. Now’
Mark stood at the top of the stairs, holding the basement door open like it was the most normal thing in the world. Behind him were people I recognized in pieces, like my brain couldn’t load them all at once.
Mrs. Whitaker from next door, clutching a plate of brownies.
