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“What kind of options?” I asked.
My mother shifted again, the blanket rustling. “Don’t make a big deal out of this, Monica. It’s a family property. We all use it. We all benefit.”
“That’s funny,” I said, “because when the septic system failed two years ago, I don’t remember anyone but me writing checks.”
My father bristled. “We’ve contributed in our own continue reading …
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