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calm, “what you did is a crime.”
I heard my mother’s voice in the background, sharp and hissing. “What is she saying? Put it on speaker.”
“Don’t start,” he snapped away from the receiver, then back to me, oily again. “Holly, sweetheart, let’s not use words we can’t take back.”
“Forgery. Fraud. Identity theft.” I listed them like items on a menu. “Those continue reading …
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