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Brenda frowned her triumphant smirk, faltering slightly at my calm defiance. I told you to wash those dishes, she snapped. I wiped my bare, damp hands on the front of the stained catering apron. I looked at the dark soapy water where my device had sunk to its watery grave.
Then I lifted my gaze and locked eyes with my mother. ‘You have fundamentally continue reading …
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