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why she’d moved a lamp.
I blinked, slow, because my brain was still trying to be polite, still trying to give her a chance to mean something else.
“Needed what more?” I asked.
Her eyes narrowed.
“Don’t do that,” she snapped. “Don’t play dumb. The car. Your brother needed it more.”
The words dropped into the hallway like a weight.
My suitcase sat at my feet.continue reading …
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