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Now I watched it like a symptom.
Gary slammed the table. “Families help each other. You’re not some stranger we scammed.”
I slid another page forward—contact information for the U.S. Attorney’s office, and the email of a fraud investigator I worked with.
“You wouldn’t,” Veronica whispered.
“I don’t want to,” I said. “I don’t want my mother in prison. But continue reading …
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