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“Well, Eli,” Delia said, folding her hands in her lap, “welcome to the neighborhood.” won't you be my neighbor? free
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He thought about the box. The walking. The silence that had felt like drowning. He thought about apples and chess and a dog named Buster and curtains the color of morning. ” Delia said
“You don’t have to get back on your feet overnight, Eli. You just have to stay. Right here. In this neighborhood. With these weird, nosy, overly involved people who will absolutely show up at your garage door with soup whether you like it or not.”