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He laughed, embarrassed. "Bad timing to be forgetful."

The key was brass and warm from the sun, with a tiny dent on its bow and the letters H.F. stamped faintly along the shoulder. Harriet almost laughed at the coincidence, until she noticed the stranger who had stepped off the curb with a look like he'd lost the scent of the thing he was hunting for. He was on his phone, a thin voice saying, "—no, I swear, I left it right there—" He looked up, saw her holding the key, and froze. harrietfurr 20240616 fixed

"Is that—" he began.

"You're not from here," Harriet said.

Harriet blinked. "It's June sixteenth."

"You dropped this," Harriet said, and handed it over. The man took it as if it might explode. "Thank you," he said. "My grandmother's place. She calls it 'fixed' because it's been in the family for ages. Don't know how—" He exhaled and rubbed his forehead. "I'm Michael. I—uh—June sixteenth. I thought—I thought it was gone." He laughed, embarrassed