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Vuitton duffel bag in the hallway, the golf clubs leaning against the wall, the Gucci loafers lined up near the stairs like evidence too arrogant to hide.
Marcus had been unemployed for eight months. I knew because Mom had mentioned it during one of her rare guilt-trip phone calls.
“Your brother is going through a difficult season,” she had said.
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