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in the hospital.”
“She attacked Brooklyn!”
“She asked Brooklyn not to steal her bike.”
“She grabbed her!”
“You hit her with a weapon.”
Vanessa started crying, but it sounded different from Emma’s pain. It sounded angry that reality had stopped obeying her.
“You’re destroying my life,” she said.
“No,” I answered. “I’m reporting what you did with it.”
I hung continue reading …
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