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”
She didn’t answer.
That was answer enough.
“I flew in from California for this.”
He grabbed his coat.
“I’m done with Richard. And I’m done pretending this family isn’t rotten.”
I arrived at 7:45 p.m. after the police had left.
The apartment door was still open.
No one had thought to close it.
I walked into a scene of devastation.
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