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“That ring Tiffany’s wearing,” I said, “the one she keeps flashing at the camera—it was his.”
“He earned it,” my father snapped, standing. “Enough. We’re done discussing this.”
“Are we? Because I see debt schedules here that don’t look symbolic at all.”
He stiffened. “You don’t understand how finances work.”
“I understand numbers. These are bad ones.”
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