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his phone down on the table with unsettling composure. It was clear he had thought this through.
“This isn’t the 1950s anymore,” he continued matter-of-factly. “If you’re living here, you need to pay your share. Fifty-fifty.”
She looked around the room they sat in. The home she had decorated with care. The curtains she had stitched herself during quiet continue reading …
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