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the mansion windows blue and red.
Evelyn followed her quietly.
“What now?” the lawyer asked.
Jasmine looked at the house where she had lost a decade, a child, and almost herself.
Then she looked down at the necklace in her hand.
“Now,” she said, breathing freely for the first time in years, “I build something no one can take from women like me.”
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