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into his chair, destroyed not by poverty, not by scandal, but by the realization that his entire life had been arranged by the mother he obeyed and the men he admired.
Jasmine walked to Monica and held out her hand.
“My necklace.”
Monica removed it with trembling fingers and placed it in Jasmine’s palm.
For a moment, Jasmine held the pendant against her continue reading …
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