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you. For stealing from my mother. For all of it.”
“Okay,” I said neutrally. “Okay.”
My father looked confused.
“That’s all you have to say?”
“What do you want me to say, Dad? That I forgive you? That we can pretend this never happened?”
“We want our daughter back,” my mother said, tears streaming down her face.
“Which daughter?” I asked. “The real me or continue reading …
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