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about my age, dark blond hair pulled into a messy bun, a baby balanced against one hip, face pale from crying.
Are you Sarah, she asked.
Yes.
We didn’t know, she said.
I believe you.
David stepped forward. We bought in good faith. We had an attorney. A title company. The documents looked official.
I know, I said.
Our lease ended, Michelle said, words tumbling.continue reading …
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