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under his breath.
I turned toward him. “Jason, you didn’t reply when I asked for help. Yet last Christmas you messaged me for $3,000.”
His face flushed. “I was dealing with stuff.”
“You always are.”
He shot me a wounded look. “So you’re keeping score now?”
“I’m keeping reality.”
Aunt Heather sniffed. “People these days think they’re entitled to other people’s continue reading …
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