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decisive shift. He took a step back from the ramp. “Ma’am,” he said to my mother, “I need legal permission from the property owner to unload. If she says no, we stop. That’s how it works.”
Lydia gasped as though he had personally betrayed her. “So what are we supposed to do with all our stuff?”
“Take it wherever you were living yesterday,” I said.
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