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been Marcus, that my daughter had stood in my kitchen and hoped I was losing my mind.
“I don’t want that,” I said. “God help me, after everything, I don’t want to see my daughter ruined. But I’m not going to lie down either. I’m too old to lie down and I’m too old to pretend it didn’t happen.” I looked at Delia. “What I want is for them to understand continue reading …
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