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“You look like a homeless person. Like you slept in a dumpster. Did you crawl here through a sewer?”
“I just got back, Dad,” I said, my voice rough from shouting over helicopter rotors. “I didn’t have time to change. I wanted to wish Chloe well.”
“Wish her well from the parking lot.” He was sweating now, his grip tightening. “Chloe hit the jackpot today,continue reading …
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