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move in. It’s that simple.”
My mother’s composure finally shattered. “You people are making this ugly,” she snapped.
“No,” I said. “You made it ugly when you loaded your furniture into a truck and told two children they were moving into a house you didn’t own.”
Her eyes flashed. “They are your niece and nephew.”
“I know they are,” I said. “That’s exactly continue reading …
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