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The mocking shed
Jonah questioned the lawyer further. The man replied, “It was a last-minute request. I only wrote down what she told me.” Jonah stared out the kitchen window. The shed looked smug, almost mocking. “She wasn’t joking,” he muttered. She’d held onto it with claws. That tiny building must have meant more to her than she led on.
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