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someone who does not want me to have this.
Of course there was.
There always is.
I called Sylvia Marshon from the school parking lot, still sitting in my car with the protein bar wrapper in my hand.
She picked up on the second ring.
“I need to tell you something,” I said, “and I need you to tell me whether it changes anything legally.”
She was quiet through continue reading …
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