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“Bro, you’re out of line. You’re ruining my life over a signature.”
I didn’t answer.
That night, someone pounded on my apartment door so hard a picture rattled. Noah jumped on the couch. I checked the peephole. Dad. Red-faced. Breathing like he’d sprinted up the stairs.
He shouted, “Open this door, Liam!”
I took a breath and stepped back. I didn’t open continue reading …
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