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me love both of you?”
“Lower your voice,” his father muttered, as if volume was the offense.
I turned to him. “No.”
Brad’s face hardened. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”
A few people gasped. My sister whispered, “Oh my God.”
“No. Your behavior is the only embarrassment here.” I lifted the cake and faced the guests. “The party’s over.”
No one argued.
I looked continue reading …
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