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Did Mom tell you they needed fifteen thousand dollars for the IRS?”
A beat.
“Uh,” he said. In the background I heard music, bright chatter, the sound of a bar in full swing. “Yeah. Why?”
I tried to speak. Nothing came.
“Haley?” Ben said, impatient. “You’re not mad, are you? Look, it’s not like you’d even want to come anyway. You always make everything continue reading …
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