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the applause. He was twenty-eight, with Diane’s jaw and Richard’s eyes, and he stood beside my chair with the expression of a man holding a question someone else had loaded for him.
“Meg,” he said. “Can I ask you something? Mom said you got kicked out for talking back to an officer. Is that true?”
The room kept applauding.
I looked at my half-brother,continue reading …
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