They started seeping in slowly. None of us noticed. One or two, here or there. Easily explained. The doorbell buzzed and opened to a dreadlocked orange vest at the bottom of the stairs.“I need to read your meter”He starts forward. He wants to cut through the house. “I got a big dog in here.”He doesn’t argue, just…

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