The Neighbor’s Kids Cleaned Our Street Every Sunday—Then I Found What They Were Hiding Under My Bush

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They had been hiding something.

I glanced toward the street.

Nothing moved.

I carefully picked up the box and carried it inside.

My first thought was to call their mother.

My second was to put the box down and forget I had ever seen it.

But curiosity won.

The box wasn’t locked.

Inside was a collection of strange objects.

A house key.

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