“Mom said I’ll be living at your place, and you have no right to kick me out… That’s what Mom said!”
— Yeah, I’m coming, I’m coming… Of all people—someone just had to show up,” I muttered as I opened the door. Standing on the threshold was a girl of about eighteen, a scuffed backpack slung over her shoulders and a steady, light-eyed stare. No confusion—just iron determination. “I’m staying with you for three months. My […]
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