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much. Not money. Not attention. Not fairness. Asking only made my mother sigh and remind me of reality.
“Briana, don’t be dramatic.”
“Briana, your brother has more pressure on him.”
“Briana, one day you’ll marry and have your own home. This house will be Marcus’s responsibility.”
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