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the way I’d learned to do growing up. Quietly. Neatly. Without making a scene.
Three days passed.
Then my phone rang.
It was the lawyer.
His voice was careful and urgent. He said there had been an issue and that I needed to come in as soon as possible.
My heart dropped. I assumed something had gone wrong. A mistake. A complication. I braced myself for continue reading …
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