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would require me to organize my life around hurting you. I am not. I am protecting my children.”
“From what?” she snapped. “An old woman who wants to love them?”
“From a woman who called their mother damaged goods in a room full of people.”
Her eyes flashed.
“I was upset.”
“No. You were comfortable.”
That landed.
She looked away.
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