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out like family.”
My father set down his fork. He looked at Trevor for a long, level moment, and when he spoke, it was not unkind, which somehow made it land harder.
“Trevor,” he said. “You did not call Maya first, when you took her car. You did not ask her. You informed her. So I have done you the same courtesy. I did not call you first. I informed continue reading …
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