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use any of this. You love me.”
“No,” I said. “I studied you.”
Her mouth parted.
“For six months,” I continued calmly.
The color drained from her completely.
“Your father’s debts. Your brother’s invoices. Your mother’s fake consulting payments. The messages where you called my mother ‘the obstacle.’ I have all of it.”
She backed toward the door.
I let her continue reading …
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