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“No. I’m saying that mocking a child over a dress made from her mother’s jeans is already cruel. Doing it while controlling money intended for those children is even worse.”
Carla spun around so fast I thought she might fall.
She snapped, “You cannot accuse me of anything.”
A man near the aisle stepped forward.
I vaguely recognized him from Dad’s funeral,continue reading …
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