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looked at my paperwork.
“You live at this address?” he asked, pointing to Maple Terrace in the court file.
“No. That’s my parents’ rental property. I’ve never lived there as an adult.”
He pulled up the scanned proof of service on his computer. “Look at this signature,” he whispered, sliding a printed copy under the glass.
It was a scribble, but the printed continue reading …
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