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you,” Mom shot back. “You should be giving us at least ten thousand. We’re your parents.”
A sharp, bitter laugh escaped me. “Ten thousand? What, so you can keep pampering your golden child?”
I turned to Amanda, who was inching away now. “You wanted to expose me as a failure. How’s that working out for you? The sister you mocked for being ‘just a manager’ continue reading …
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