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HE WALKED STRANGERS THROUGH MY LAKE HOUSE LIKE HE OWNED IT

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at me.”

He looked up. His eyes were wet and red and he was still my granddaughter’s father and I hated him in a clean, level way I had not known I was capable of at sixty-three.

“You are going to sit down at that table. You are going to write down every person you walked through this house. Every realtor, every inspector, every buyer, every lender, every continue reading …

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