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Lore Every day this week, I've set out a pile of junk on the curb in front of my late great-grandmother's house. And every night, that pile of junk disappears.  It's a weird, mutually beneficial relationship I appear to have with an unknown stranger in this odd little town. That's fine by me: I'm solely focused on cleaning out the hoarded clutter and selling great-grandma's house. I mean, so what if the mystery man never shows his face or talks to me? So why do I keep obsessing? Who is the big, bearded man with the beat-up pickup truck, and why is he so interested in this old junk?  ForrestThis woman has no idea what she has. Ever since Lore showed up to clean out her late relative's house, I've been on a mission to collect most of the stuff she's throwing away. Some of it I use for Love Games — the gaming store I own with my three best friends. Mostly I've been keeping my intentions with Lore a secret. I don't know how to approach a woman who's grieving when all I can think about is her sweet curves and wry smile. I need to keep myself in check.That woman has no idea what she has…most of all she doesn't realize she has my heart.