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The new owners wanted to chop her down. Their conversations about her drifted through the screened windows. She didn’t look like much but she knew her worth. Her roots reached deep into the earth and she shaded the second floor. The Clayton’s, an older couple who had lived in that apartment for as long as she’d been alive, valued her. Last year Mr. Clayton left the house, never to return, in an ambulance. Later Mrs. Clayton left for good, a passenger in her daughter’s minivan. On her way out, she rubbed the rough bark of the tree, “Goodbye old friend.”
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