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My Brother-In-Law Borrowed My Phone At Dinner

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the bracelet charms clicked against the tile.

“Denise,” I said.

She didn’t answer.

“Denise.”

She squeezed the towel.

Brandon laughed once. “This is what they do. They scare you with bank words.”

Carl turned the phone so I could see.

There it was. Three transfers.

The first two to Brandon’s investment account.

The third one to an account I didn’t recognize.

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