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out on a shaky breath.
My dad straightened, wiping sweat from his forehead. “You picked a great time to show up. We’re in the middle of packing up our entire lives.”
“You had sixty days,” I said, closing the door behind me. “That’s almost twenty times what you thought I deserved.”
He flinched slightly, then went back to the bookcase. “We lost the bend continue reading …
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