A quiet pull
Tom sat alone in his car, engine off, hands resting on the wheel. The envelope with the trailer key lay on the passenger seat, along with the stack of photographs. He picked one up again, studying the image more closely. The trailer looked old, forgotten—but something about it held his gaze. There was a strange pull. Quietly, he whispered, “Guess it’s just you and me now.”
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