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page from the will.
His lie next to her truth.
Donna spoke first. She was still near the edge of the yard, car keys now in hand.
“Rex, you told me the house was yours.”
Rex didn’t look at her.
“I lived here thirty years,” he said.
Carol’s voice was flat and final.
“Living in a house doesn’t make it yours, Rex. Paying for it does.”
Uncle Bill had not moved continue reading …
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