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me to pay for it.”
“You’re twisting this.”
“Am I?”
“Nolan said the card still worked.”
There it was.
In the background, I heard Nolan say, “Mom, give me the phone.”
A rustle followed before his voice appeared.
“Lena, listen. This is a misunderstanding.”
“No, Nolan. It’s a restaurant bill.”
“You’re humiliating my mother.”
“She handled that herself.”
He exhaled continue reading …
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