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just confused.”
“I am not confused, sir,” Miller said, putting his hand near his handcuffs. “I need a decision now.”
Dad looked at me.
His eyes were pleading for the first time.
He wanted me to stop it.
He wanted me to say, It’s okay, Jim. Let them stay.
I looked him dead in the eye.
I thought about the rent agreement.
I thought about the basement.
I thought continue reading …
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