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way she eats, coughs, walks around in those slippers. It turns my stomach. But I need the house, so I’m dealing with it until I find work. Honestly, once she’s gone, I can sell this place and finally breathe.”
My pruning shears slipped from my hand and struck the patio stone with a sound like a small verdict delivered in an empty courtroom.
I stood there continue reading …
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