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you to know.”
Michael picked up the paper. At first, curiosity. Then his hands began to tremble violently. His face drained—red to deathly pale.
He read the word “adoptive” over and over, stammering. “What? This is a joke. This paper is fake.”
I poured a glass of water, my voice cold. “It is a document with the official seal of the county clerk’s office continue reading …
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