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his face arranged in an expression I’d never seen before. Not anger exactly, but something colder. Indifference mixed with disgust, like I’d become something distasteful he needed to dispose of.
“We can’t keep doing this, Mom,” Paul said, his voice flat and rehearsed. “You’re too much. Too expensive. Too needy. We have our own lives now.”
Behind him,continue reading …
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