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my mother with a viciousness that would have shocked me once.
“You made me this way,” she screamed. “You told me appearance was everything. You told me to find a husband like Brad. Look where we are.”
She threw the orange Birkin bag onto the lobby carpet.
My mother tried to reach for her. Khloe stepped back as though burned.
I watched from near the pillar continue reading …
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