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” Susan asked slowly.
“Since yesterday,” I said, looking down at the worn Monopoly board to avoid her gaze. “I think I slept on it wrong.”
“Your father said you had a fall last week at your apartment,” Susan said, her voice dropping to a quieter register that did not carry toward the kitchen. “Is that true?”
“I tripped on the rug,” I said, though my fingers continue reading …
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