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dollars.
My mother stared at the number. Caleb leaned back. “So what? She makes good money.”
Aunt Vivian looked at him like he had just revealed something true about himself.
There it was. The family math. If I had more than they did, anything they took from me stopped counting as taking.
Renee’s pen stopped. “Mr. Reed, income does not create your right continue reading …
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