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was Friday, I was ahead on my deadlines for once, and I’d been craving one of those rare, peaceful evenings at home—maybe order some Thai food, watch a movie, enjoy the house I’d worked so hard to buy.
My name is Daniel Mercer, I’m thirty-four years old, and I’m about to tell you the story of how my own family tried to steal my home right out from under continue reading …
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