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I Saw My Signature on the Sale Papers for a House I Never Sold

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” she said. “There has to be some mistake.”

Sheriff Dugan didn’t answer that.

He was a big man from the county, late fifties maybe, flat voice, sun-browned neck, the kind of man who probably said the same words when he arrested drunk boaters and men who beat their wives. He just unfolded the paper and read the charges again.

Brittany’s attorney, a skinny continue reading …

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