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As the real estate agent, her client and I toured the basement, we all took turns slipping and grabbing the handrail. Even my small dog, Theo, tumbled and somersaulted down the last five steps. What a dirty trick, his eyes scolded. Later that evening, though I issued a clear stair warning, both my daughters stumbled, and my husband accused me of wanting to cash in on his life insurance.
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