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looked stunned.
Paul looked up from his phone for the first time in twenty minutes.
My father stared at Tyler like he had discovered a stranger wearing his son’s face.
Then he laughed once.
A dry, ugly sound.
“So this is what she’s done to you too.”
He meant me.
Of course he meant me.
I stood.
“No,” I said. “This is what happens when people stop being afraid continue reading …
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