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and stops absorbing, call her the problem.
Kevin held the pages in both hands. His knuckles had gone pale.
“Were you trying to move us into this house?” he asked.
Tiffany’s eyes moved to me once and then back to him. Not guilty. Recalculating.
“Eventually, yes,” she said. “Your mother lives alone in a large house. We have children. It makes sense for the continue reading …
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