Knocking next door

She stepped up onto Mr. Hensley’s front porch and took a deep breath. Samantha tapped lightly at first, not wanting to startle him so early. Then she knocked a little louder, hoping he would hear. She glanced down at the jar, the bills shifting slightly inside, and wondered how she would even begin to explain all of this without sounding completely out of her mind.
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