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make.”
My mother stared at me.
“But January—”
“January is yours.”
“We can’t afford this place.”
“I know.”
My father’s head snapped up.
“You know?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re doing this anyway?”
“I covered two years. I gave you one final month. That is not abandonment.”
Megan crossed her arms.
“So what, they’re supposed to live on the street?”
“No,” I said. “They have three continue reading …
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