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not in my head,” I falsely claimed, glancing toward the hallway as Brenda’s overly loud laughter echoed after my father’s remark. He gave a soft chuckle. “You sure? Every family dinner, she’s talking about the house or the business. Last week she asked me what would happen to the bakery one day — who it would belong to.” I let out a sigh. “If I hear continue reading …
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