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two hours south. Rooms started at $400 a night.
The math hit me instantly.
“Let me get this right,” I said, pointing a finger at my father. “You sold your house. You are currently homeless. You are standing on my porch in the rain demanding to live in my basement.”
“And Bella is at a $400-a-night spa. She’s suffering.”
Mom wailed.
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