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the coffee table. I sat down, opened the folder, picked up the pen, clicked it, and paused.
“I’ll sign it if you apologize out loud, right now.”
Ellie’s face twisted. “You’re seriously going to make this about pride?”
“No,” I replied. “I’m making it about respect.”
Jacob looked at Ellie, pleading without words.
Then, with teeth clenched and lips barely continue reading …
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