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the time this was over. I let it pass through me instead of acting on it.
Is this your home, ma’am, the officer asked Brooke.
Yes. I mean, it’s our family property, Brooke stammered, suddenly looking pale. I’m moving my stuff in today.
The officer turned to me. Ma’am, do you own this house?
I handed him a neat, clear plastic folder I had been holding since continue reading …
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