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“He committed financial stupidity at a minimum.”
Dad’s eyes flashed. “Don’t talk about him like that.”
“Why not? You talked about me like that for years and I was telling the truth.”
He had no answer.
I walked to the door and opened it.
“Mara, please,” he said.
That word from him should have felt satisfying.
It didn’t.
It felt late.
“You need a lawyer,” I continue reading …
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