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Naomi pretended to reorganize a file so I could have privacy.
“Thank you,” I said when I could speak.
She looked up. “You did the hard part.”
“What was that?”
“You refused to let them rename theft as need.”
My relationship with my family did not recover in the way outsiders like to imagine. There was no holiday table where everyone cried into mashed potatoes continue reading …
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