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three years, sitting now at thirteen thousand.
“That is a lot of money,” I said.
“We raised you for eighteen years,” my father said, his tone tightening. “Fed you, clothed you, put a roof over your head.”
“Jeffrey is contributing,” my mother added. “He’s paying for Jennifer’s portion. See how he takes care of family?”
I told them I needed to think about continue reading …
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