I paused the tape after the line about the back fence leaning toward the horizon. The neighbor across the street—shady, talkative, the kind whose mailbox knew every rumor before the postman—leaned out, watching me with the practiced interest of someone who catalogues people the way other folks collect stamps. He called, “Find anything good?”
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