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Exploitation
That night, after Vivien left and Hudson fell asleep watching television, I sat at the kitchen table doing math. Real math. The kind that didn’t work no matter how many times I recalculated.
If I put the turkeys in at six a.m., they might be ready by two. But I needed the oven for the ham, the casseroles, the rolls. The timeline was impossible.continue reading …
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