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afraid.
“Smile, Anna, or I swear to God I’ll have you out of this family by sundown.”
Dad arrived and looked between us.
“Anna, what’s going on? These are Jean’s personal things,” he said.
“Thank God you’re here!” Jean cried, grabbing onto him. “Anna’s lost it! She started tearing through my things, making wild accusations—”
“I haven’t lost it!” I held continue reading …
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