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My Brother’s Boss Called During Thanksgiving Dinner

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just want you to be realistic.”

Dad set down his knife. “Realistic would have been finishing your PhD. Benefits. Retirement. Something solid.”

Darren smiled. “Exactly. I sold thirty-six cars last month. I’m being considered for regional manager.”

“That’s good,” I said, and I meant it.

He didn’t want me to mean it.

He wanted me small.

“Seven years, David,continue reading …

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