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the hallway, laughter burst out as someone popped another bottle.
My mother softened her voice. “You’ll be fine. You’re resourceful. You always were.”
I closed the folder and slid it back across the desk. “You sold the past to rent the future. And you put it all in her name.”
My father didn’t argue. I turned to leave, stopping at the door to look back continue reading …
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