The movers hopped out of their van and rang the customer’s doorbell. With relief in her eyes, the lady of the house led them through the foyer, up the stairs, and into her daughter’s old bedroom. A young woman hunched beside the window, extracting heavy, invisible objects from her head, tossing each find into cardboard boxes, towers of which tickled the ceiling. With professional smiles, the movers tipped their hats, rolled up their sleeves, and tag-teamed the first of the baggage — a shoe box-sized number no lighter than a star.



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