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“That’s enough.”
“No,” I said. “It really isn’t.”
He looked around the lobby, aware now that people could hear us.
Good.
“I raised you,” he said.
There it was.
The oldest invoice in the world.
I nodded.
“You did. And for years, I helped you. I paid your rent, your bills, your repairs, your vacations. Then you told me I wasn’t family.”
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