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served an eviction notice.
My mother grabbed my arm as I stepped down from the podium.
“Savannah, please,” she whimpered, ruined makeup streaking her face. “Where are we supposed to go? You can’t just throw us out. We’re your parents.”
I looked down at her hand, then back at her eyes.
“I am a professional, Mother. I’ve arranged for a suite at a local continue reading …
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