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softly, “wasn’t the two hundred and fifty thousand I sent you every month enough? You should never have had to struggle. I made sure your mother knew to pass it along.”
For a moment, I thought I had misheard him.
“Grandpa,” I whispered, my voice barely working, “what money?”
His smile faded instantly.
“What do you mean?” he asked. “I’ve been sending it continue reading …
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