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Richard walked through the house in sunglasses though it was barely seven in the morning, Dylan and Chloe trailing behind him with their carry ons. Chloe wouldn’t look at me. Dylan looked furious, though not at me, at everything.
Mom, he said quietly, stopping near the front door. I don’t want to go.
Richard turned. Don’t start.
He said he doesn’t want continue reading …
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