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door myself. She stood there polished and put-together, smiling like two hours late was somehow still considered on time in her world. “Hi, Dad.” “You’re two hours late, Lisa.” “Traffic was awful.” June leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. “For two hours?” Lisa’s smile tightened at the edges. “I didn’t realize I was on trial here.” “You’re not,continue reading …
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