The little things
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Inside, Megan made coffee while Robert sat at the table, flipping through the old address book again. “You’re organized,” he said with a smile. Megan shrugged. “You never know when you’ll need to find something—or someone.”
Her voice wavered slightly. Robert nodded, understanding. Sometimes the little things you kept were the ones that ended up saving you.
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