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” I said. “You’ve never spent a night here. You have no mail here. You have no keys.”
“We have belongings here!” Dad shouted, gesturing to the soggy boxes on the lawn. “That establishes residency.”
“That establishes littering,” I corrected.
“Just let us in,” Mom wailed, trying the guilt angle again. “Rowan, please. Where are we supposed to go? We sold continue reading …
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