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a man.”
“I am facing you,” I said through the intercom. “I’m telling you to leave. You cannot stay here. Turn the truck around and go to a motel.”
“We don’t have money for a motel!” Dad roared. “I told you we spent everything paying off the lawyers and the bank for your sister. We have maybe $200 to our names until my pension check hits next month.”
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