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worked in the past. Not today. “No, Dad,” I said gently.
“You haven’t. But that’s okay. I don’t need you to be proud of me anymore.”
And with that, Nathan and I turned and walked out of the ballroom, my security team falling into formation around us. Behind us, the whispers had erupted into full-voiced exclamations. The Campbell family would never be continue reading …
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