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delete it!”
Uncle Robert caught her arm. “Linda, stop.”
People stared at phones. Then up at me. Then at my mother.
Dad was very still. “Linda,” he said, voice so quiet, “what is this?”
“It’s…taken out of context,” she stammered. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“It’s exactly what it looks like,” Vicki said hoarsely. “You texted me because you were panicking.continue reading …
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