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her silent stare. “He knows a plumber who owes him a favor, so it won’t cost us anything.”
“Is the plumber man free?” Mia asked, her high pitch ringing in the small kitchen. She swung her legs against the wooden rungs of the stool, her small shoes making a dull clicking sound.
“Yes, sweetheart,” I said, twisting my plain gold wedding band around my finger.continue reading …
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