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you didn’t have yet,” I said. “That’s not my fault. That’s bad financial planning.”
“After everything we’ve done for you,” Morgan said. “All those holidays—”
“Furniture?” I suggested. “Background decoration in your perfect pictures?”
She fell silent.
My father sagged in his chair, suddenly looking old and frail. “Alyssa,” he said, voice cracking. “You continue reading …
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