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about the stories he’d told. The helicopters, the three-letter agencies, the senators. She’d always assumed he was confused.
“I’m his niece,” Aaliyah said.
The woman’s eyebrows rose. “His niece?”
“And you don’t have any of his paperwork?”
“He’s been living on the street. He doesn’t keep paperwork in his pocket.” Aaliyah leaned continue reading …
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