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down his face. “This is my vacation home. My son is squatting inside. He’s mentally unstable.”
“I have the security codes!” I shouted. “I have the utility bills in my name. Leave now.”
The locksmith put his drill back in his belt.
He shook his head.
“Look, folks, I can’t get involved in a domestic dispute. If you don’t have proof of ownership and there’s continue reading …
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