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pause was enough.
“No.”
From the hallway, Lila let out a quiet, broken sound.
I clenched my fists. “They just lost their parents.”
“I know, Rowan.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “If you really knew, you wouldn’t talk about separating them like they’re objects.”
Her tone softened. “You’re only eighteen. You don’t have stable income. The house payments are continue reading …
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