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own son out on the street?”
“No,” I said. “I’m reclaiming my property. That apartment belongs to me. You will need to find somewhere else to live.”
There was a stunned silence.
Then he tried a different tone, the softer one he used whenever he wanted something.
“This is about the wedding, isn’t it? Mom, it was a misunderstanding. Susan was stressed. There continue reading …
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