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”
Color rose under her makeup.
“How dare you.”
People who do harm love that phrase when named accurately.
“How dare you,” I said, “arrange demolition while Dad was upstairs measuring his medication by the hour?”
Her hand tightened around her purse strap.
“That is a vile accusation.”
“It is an email.”
The difference hit her. She looked toward Benjamin, who continue reading …
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