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in the doorway, staring at them. These people had walked into my house. Opened my refrigerator. Used my things.
“Get out of my house,” I said, my voice low but firm.
The three of them blinked at me.
“Excuse me?” the young woman said.
“I said, get out of my house,” I repeated, louder this time. “All three of you. Right now.”
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