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spread through Prescott Holdings like mold behind a freshly painted wall.
When I finally ran out of words, my father’s voice changed.
The tired old man disappeared. The chairman came back.
“Paul Prescott’s daughter does not fall because of people like that,” he said.
I wiped my face with my sleeve. “I don’t even know how bad it is.”
“I do.”
I went completely continue reading …
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