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My name is Carol Whitfield. Carol Anne Whitfield, if my mother was feeling formal. And for 20 years, I was the kind of woman other women envied at neighborhood barbecues.
I had the house in Scottsdale, Arizona. Four bedrooms, a pool that stayed blue even in August, a kitchen with granite countertops I’d picked out myself on a trip to Home Depot continue reading …
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