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his hand against the siding of the house. “I fed you. I clothed you. This house is basically mine because I made you who you are. You owe us this.”
“I don’t owe you my house,” I replied quietly.
“Go. Please, just go before this gets worse.”
I released the talk button.
I couldn’t listen to it anymore.
Dad didn’t leave.
Instead, he turned around and walked continue reading …
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