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every second.
Megan sighed dramatically.
I dabbed my mouth with a napkin.
“Address what?”
My father looked at me.
“Your behavior.”
I nodded.
“Good. I brought visual aids.”
Megan frowned.
I reached into my bag and pulled out the folder.
The room changed.
It was subtle but immediate.
Paper frightens people who rely on emotional confusion.
I handed copies of the spreadsheet continue reading …
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