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My phone sat there, dark.
Then it began.
The avalanche came in the form of buzzing and banners across my screen, names and numbers lighting up one after another like a slot machine that only paid out grief.
Brandon first.
Brandon: You’re pathetic. Dad is ruined because of you. Fix this. NOW.
My aunt Stephanie next.
Aunt Stephanie: Your mother is hysterical.continue reading …
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