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my hands gripping the armrests of the chair so hard my knuckles turned white. Megan sat down on the sofa, putting her feet up on the coffee table.
‘God, I thought today would never end,’ she said. ‘Did you see his face when he gave us the deed? He actually thinks I want to spend my weekends at a lakehouse with mosquitoes.’ ‘It is an asset, honey,’ continue reading …
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