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mouth went dry. “No.”
Eva nodded once.
Then she looked at me, and I knew it was time.
I reached into my briefcase and pulled out an envelope—thick, rubber-banded like a brick. I walked it to the clerk.
“Financial records,” I said. “Every transfer with notes, every rent payment, every exam fee.”
The judge accepted it.
“And one more thing,” I said.
I pulled continue reading …
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