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

evening, we went back outside together.

The sun was beginning to set.

The children stood beside the bush.

I looked at the place where I had found the box.

“How many more clues are there?”

The younger boy smiled.

“We don’t know.”

His sister pointed toward the sidewalk.

“But we found something yesterday.”

“What?”

She reached into her backpack.

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