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yard, smiling for neighbors.
“You told people the house was a gift,” I said evenly. “It wasn’t. It was conditional. Did you meet the agreement?”
Her smile faltered. Silence stretched. Finally, she exhaled. “I didn’t complete all of it.”
Two days later, the lawyer called. Margaret had failed to meet the terms. The house reverted to me.
That evening, I sat continue reading …
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