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through the front door, the house was eerily silent. My mother was sitting on the sofa, her face a mask of fury. Britney was curled up in a chair, her eyes red and swollen.
“So, the little sneak comes back,” my mother spat, standing up. “Are you happy? You’ve ruined this family.”
“This family was already ruined,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady.continue reading …
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