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Mom’s been crying for days. She won’t come out of her room. Dad is just sitting there staring at the wall. You did this.”
“I left what was yours,” I said quietly. “And I took what was mine.”
“But how are we supposed to live?” she cried. “You took the couch, the TV, the refrigerator. That’s everything.”
“The couch I bought when Mom’s back was hurting,continue reading …
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