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detail buried in the middle of a paragraph that sounds routine.
When she finished, she set the papers down and looked at me.
“Autumn,” she said, “this is a forged instrument filed with a government office. That’s not a civil matter. That’s a crime.”
“I know,” I said.
“And Liam witnessed it.”
“I know.”
She tapped the notarization stamp. “Whoever notarized continue reading …
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