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humiliate me—scare me, corner me, force me to apologize in front of the whole family. She had no idea how much she’d cost me.
The family group chat flickered. Already messages poured in. “What is this?” “Is this a joke?” A thumbs-up from my older sister Vicki, because of course.
I closed the email. Then I opened another app, scrolled past photos until continue reading …
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