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aren’t words I’m making up.”
“You’re talking to your father like I’m some criminal?” His voice rose, taking that offended tone I’d heard my whole life. “After everything we’ve done for you—”
“You stopped doing anything for me when I was eighteen,” I said. “I’ve paid for my own life since then.”
“How ungrateful,” my mother cut in from the background. “We continue reading …
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