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are good at hiding. Until they think they’ve won.”
Through the tinted window, I watched the scene on the sidewalk.
My father and Chloe stood on the curb. They looked pathetic. Chloe was shivering in the night air, her dress ruined. She was screaming at my father, stabbing her finger into his chest. Blaming him. My father had his head in his hands, leaning continue reading …
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