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everything. Mark looked at me and smiled.
“You see? Useless.”
I did not scream. I did not cry. I did not cross the room and hurt him the way my hands wanted to. I simply pulled out my phone. Vivian laughed.
“Are you calling the police because your little princess had to wash dishes?”
“No,” I said calmly, dialing. “I’m calling the owner of this house.”
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