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The Dead Man Texted Me After The Will Reading

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the papers.

Marcus stood there between two security guards, still trying to look like a man in control while the floor opened under his shoes.

Brittany wouldn’t look at him.

My father wouldn’t look at me.

My mother kept staring at the photo she didn’t get to touch.

I walked out for the second time.

This time Marcus didn’t follow.

Downstairs, Manny Cobb was continue reading …

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