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Laura threw the heavy garbage bag into the bin. The past few days she’d spent emptying cupboards, packing boxes, and shifting between sadness and fond memories. Stella had called around a few times to give her a hand, bringing with her casseroles and slices, which was good, because the last thing Laura had felt like doing was cooking.
Laura had spent the rest of the morning cleaning out the laundry and bathroom cupboards. But now the rain had eased off, Laura decided to make a start on the backyard. She needed some fresh air. She gathered a few tools from the shed and began tackling what once was the vegetable patch, now overgrown with marshmallow weed and curly dock. The rain had at least made it easier to pull them out.
‘Hey,’ a voice broke through the sound of weeds being ripped fr
