Driving over there
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As we left the notary’s office, my siblings continued with their teasing. “I hope you like sifting through Dad’s old junk!” my sister, Clara, smirked. It was all they could talk about as we drove to the storage facility. But I let their comments wash over me. Whatever lay within that storage unit, I believed it held something more than the others could understand.
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