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home. We just moved in, and he’s refusing to let us unload.”
Miller looked up at me.
“Morning, Rowan.”
“Morning, Jim,” I said. “I’m not having an episode. These people are trespassing.”
“Trespassing?” Mom shrieked. “We’re his parents. How can we trespass?”
“Do you live here, ma’am?” Miller asked calmly.
“Yes,” Dad interrupted. “We moved in today. See the continue reading …
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