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I never told my arrogant son-in-law I was a retired Federal Prosecutor. At 5 a.m. on Thanksgiving morning, he called: “Pick up your daughter at the bus terminal”.

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talking about? Where is Chloe?”

“Chloe is currently sitting at the central Greyhound bus terminal downtown,” Marcus sighed heavily, the sound of a man profoundly inconvenienced by the existence of his wife. “I am hosting my firm’s CEO and his entire family for a formal Thanksgiving dinner this afternoon, and your daughter decided last night was the continue reading …

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