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the room.
At the people who had laughed earlier.
At the ones who had nodded in agreement when he said I would get nothing.
No one was laughing now.
My stepmother reached for his arm.
He pulled away.
“This is manipulation,” he said finally, though the certainty was gone now. “She turned him against me.”
No one responded.
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