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back of the altar platform since he handed me the microphone. He hadn’t moved. He hadn’t spoken.
He looked like a man who had walked into a room he didn’t recognize. Janet. His voice was low, but the garden was so quiet that everyone heard it.
What is she talking about? $40,000. My mother turned to him, her mouth opened. She started to form a word.
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