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Rachel got out of her car, holding a thick green binder under her arm. She stopped near the front bumper, her eyes locked on Harold as he swung Mia down to the grass.
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“He looks like he has been doing that for years,” Rachel said, her voice fast and direct as she walked up to me.
“He is just trying to help us,” I said, my voice thin.continue reading …
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