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“Are you serious right now?”
I lifted the folder in my hand, thick with paper. Proof. Ledger. Years flattened into documents.
“This outlines what I’ve covered, what I managed, and what I’m no longer doing,” I said. “There’s written notice inside. I’m not living here, and I’m not maintaining anything.”
Henry’s face reddened. “You can’t just change the continue reading …
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