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handbags and coats from previous seasons.
At the bottom sat three shoeboxes stacked neatly on top of one another.
My heart pounded as I knelt down.
I removed the lid from the first box.
It was filled with letters addressed to Lily and me.
I carefully opened the closet door.
I grabbed one.
Still sealed.
The postmark was from twelve years earlier.
Another.
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