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suits stepped forward. Grabbed my father by the elbows.
“Get your hands off me!” Robert shouted. “Do you know who I am?”
“Nobody,” Sterling said. “You’re nobody.”
Chloe collapsed onto the floor in her ruined dress, sobbing hysterically. Pounding her fists on the marble. A full tantrum. A child realizing the toy store was closed forever.
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