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I never meant—”
“Do not lie to me in my own house.”
My voice cracked through the library.
“You meant every insult. Every exclusion. Every little look at my clothes. Every time you kept Noah from hugging me. Every time you treated my family like dirt because they did not fit your fantasy of status.”
She began to cry harder.
I looked back at Adrian.
“But continue reading …
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