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while trying to project authority.
“What did you do?”
“I protected my accounts.”
“They’re not your accounts.”
I looked at my father. He gave a small nod.
“The judge made it clear this afternoon,” I said. “They are mine.”
“You’re embarrassing me.”
I thought about that for a moment. I thought about every night he had come home late smelling of a perfume I did continue reading …
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