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“I didn’t know.”
He looked at the card again. Then at me. “So you built all that.”
“I did,” I said. “And I’m still building it. Which is why I can’t keep being the punchline in your stories.”
Ethan stepped closer to our father. “Dad,” he said. “You’ve been telling people she was a waitress for five years.”
My father’s continue reading …
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