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Olivia, do you have a brain? Look at this car. Ethan just had it detailed. It cost hundreds. You just had a baby—you probably smell like the hospital. And if that baby spits up, it’ll ruin these seats.”
For a second I just stared, stunned by the ease of her cruelty, as if she were discussing a muddy dog rather than her own grandson.
“But Sharon, this continue reading …
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