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confident enough to make me want to laugh.
Mrs. Donnelly sat quietly at the table while Alan leaned against the kitchen island.
Evelyn didn’t even sit down.
“I saw the pictures online,” she said sharply. “I never imagined you’d force the father of your children to sleep in a garage.”
I folded my hands calmly.
“What kind of woman does that?”
“The kind who continue reading …
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