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on the designer gold clasp she had once quietly told her sister was a clever imitation.
“Whose house is this, Laura?” she asked, her quiet drawl dropping even lower than usual.
“It is mine,” I said.
“I did not know your parents had this kind of property in Savannah,” she said, tapping her gold signet ring against the strap of her purse.
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