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The Sorting Begins

Luke began the slow task of sorting through old boxes. Some were full of yellowed papers, others with black-and-white photographs. Tools rusted from disuse sat beside worn-down shoes and faded notebooks. “You really kept everything,” Luke muttered with a smile. Each object stirred a memory—camping trips, puzzles by the fire, stories Grandpa told that felt like secrets. The house was a living museum of their bond.
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