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years.
My name is Constance Ojo, and I was seventy-one years old the day my son tried to evict me from my own house, and the reason he believed he could was that, eight months earlier, I had made the worst decision of my life for the best of reasons, and I want to tell it in order, because the order is the lesson.
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