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Marcus lunged forward.
For one moment, I thought he might actually hit me.
Uncle Frank grabbed his arm.
“Sit down,” he said. “You’ve done enough damage.”
I turned to my mother.
“You can stay in the house.”
Her head lifted.
“I am not going to put you on the street,” I said. “But it will be under a formal lease. One dollar a month, renewable yearly at my discretion.continue reading …
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