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That vague inheritance they waved around every time they wanted something.
“No,” I said again. “Send me the paperwork if you want me to look at it, but I’m not co-signing, and I’m not discussing it again.”
Mom’s face shut down. Dad picked up his plate and took it to the sink without a word. Nate stomped outside.
We drove back to Austin that night in continue reading …
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