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each other in court.”
“Told you,” I said. “Starving dogs.”
We reached the exit. Sunlight on the Potomac.
“You know,” William said, “my father considers you family now. You’re coming for Thanksgiving, right?”
“Is that an order?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
I walked toward my car. My driver opened the door.
As I sat down, I caught my reflection in the window. The scar on continue reading …
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