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money and running.
“I am your mother,” I said, voice low. “That doesn’t mean I’m your bank. It doesn’t mean I’m your shield from consequences.”
His breath shuddered. He looked as if he might drop to his knees right there, but he didn’t. He only stood frozen, watching me as if he had never expected me to choose myself.
A shriek cut through the lobby doors continue reading …
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