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bedroom window just in time to see my navy-blue Samsonite suitcase—the one I had painstakingly unpacked just two hours ago—appear in the frame. It hung there for a second, silhouetted against the ceiling, before being shoved outward. It tumbled end over end through the air and hit the manicured lawn with a sickening thud, bursting open on impact and continue reading …
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