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complete. He can’t touch you legally. Enjoy the show.
Margaret was 68, sharp as a razor, and had been handling messy divorces for 40 years. When I’d told her my plan, she’d smiled like a shark spotting blood in the water.
Frank was frantically dialing someone on his phone—probably his lawyer. “What do you mean the house was legally sold? I lived there.continue reading …
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