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opposite stone bench, keeping my hands folded in my lap.
“It is a family gathering, dear,” Diane said, her voice smooth and untroubled.
“The Whitfields do not host small affairs when we have a milestone to celebrate,” she said.
“The lease manager was clear about the limits of the lawn use,” I said.
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