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her glass as though poverty of ambition were something worth toasting. My daughter Bree looked down at her plate, and I could see the tremble in her jaw. I set my fork down at 6:47 p.m., stood without pushing my chair back, and told Dale that an attorney named Renee Vasquez would contact him Monday morning. He laughed. Then Bree stood up, put on her continue reading …
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