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it would be uncomfortable. Beggars can’t be choosers.”
My fists clenched at my sides. “He’s not a beggar. He’s your father-in-law. He flew across the country to be here.”
Her lips tightened into a thin line. She stepped closer, lowering her voice to a whisper sharp as broken glass. “That old man will embarrass us with the way he talks, the way he eats,continue reading …
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