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your company even when you don’t need money.”
She smiled a little.
“That’s a low bar.”
“You’d be surprised.”
At the end of July, Megan came to my condo unannounced.
I knew because the front desk called.
“Claire, there’s a Megan Whitaker here,” Marcus said. “She says she’s your sister.”
“She is.”
“Should I send her up?”
I looked across the living room.
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