Mary’s marriage to Ed came with a price: his mother Scarlett who never hid her disdain. From wedding-day insults to constant criticism, Scarlett seemed set on making Mary’s life difficult. Tensions grew with each visit… until something even more shocking unfolded.
Mary and her husband, Ed, drove in silence toward his mother Scarlett’s house. Though they hadn’t arrived yet, Mary was already looking forward to the ride back. Scarlett, after all, simply despised her.
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At their wedding, Scarlett had even shown up wearing a veil; Mary had been grateful she hadn’t arrived in a full wedding dress. Scarlett was one of those mothers who couldn’t let go of her “little boy,” no matter how grown-up he was.
As they pulled into the driveway, Mary reluctantly stepped out, trailing behind Ed. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever latest insult Scarlett had in store.
Forcing a smile, she braced herself, hoping her expression would carry her through this visit. Scarlett opened the door with a wide grin and immediately wrapped her arms around Ed.
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“Oh, my baby! You’re finally here! I’ve missed you more than you know!” she exclaimed, holding him close.
“Mom, it’s only been a week,” Ed replied, easing himself out of her hug.
Scarlett gave Ed a brief look before turning her gaze to Mary, her expression shifting. “Well, Mary, I see you’ve gained a few pounds,” she said with a smirk.
Mary let out a quiet sigh, resisting the urge to respond. She forced a tight smile instead. “Good to see you too, Scarlett.”
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Dinner felt endless as Scarlett launched into her usual list of complaints. “Mary doesn’t know how to cook. She doesn’t work somewhere respectable. She doesn’t even know how to dress herself properly,” Scarlett declared, taking quick glances at Ed for support.
Mary gripped her fork tightly, biting her tongue. She knew any response would just add fuel to Scarlett’s fire. But then Scarlett said something that made Mary’s patience snap—words sharper than anything before.
Scarlett looked across the table, her eyes fixed on Mary. “Well,” she said slowly, “I think it’s high time you gave me a grandchild. Or maybe,” she added with a smirk, “Mary has… some issues?”
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Mary’s heart sank. They had been trying for a baby for six months with no success, and Scarlett’s words stung like salt in a wound. “How dare you!” Mary burst out. “Stop meddling in our lives! Maybe it’s your son who has the problem!”
Scarlett leaned back, eyes narrowing. “That’s absurd! My son is perfectly healthy, thank you very much. But you, Mary… who knows what you were up to before meeting Eddie?”
Mary’s face flushed with anger. “You’re a damn witch!” she shouted, her voice trembling. She turned to Ed, who hadn’t said a word. “Are you just going to sit there and let her say this?”
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Scarlett shot her son a pointed look. “Yes, Eddie, tell your crazy wife to show some respect,” she said, her tone mocking.
Ed shrugged, still scrolling through his phone. “Work it out yourselves.”
Scarlett leaned toward Mary, her voice low. “My neighbor mentioned herbal teas. She swears they help people like you.”
Mary opened her mouth to retort but felt a sudden wave of nausea. She clenched her stomach, forcing the words out. “Why don’t you… drink your own tea?”
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Unable to hold it back, Mary bolted to the bathroom. When she returned, still pale, she looked at Ed. “I want to go home.”
“Okay,” he said, barely glancing up.
Scarlett tilted her head, a fake look of concern crossing her face. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?”
Mary’s eyes narrowed. “You probably poisoned me,” she muttered, too tired to argue further.
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On the way home, Mary’s mind raced. She had to know for sure. “Ed, can you stop at the pharmacy?” she asked quietly.
He sighed but pulled into the parking lot. She hurried inside, grabbed a pregnancy test, and paid quickly. Back at home, she went straight to the bathroom. She held her breath, waiting. Then, the results appeared—two lines. She gasped, feeling a rush of excitement and relief.
She rushed to show Ed, her face glowing. “Ed, we’re going to have a baby!”
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Ed glanced at the test, his expression unreadable. “Oh. That’s… good,” he mumbled, barely meeting her eyes.
Mary’s heart sank a little. She was overjoyed, but Ed’s reaction felt like a shadow over her happiness.
A few weeks had passed since Mary found out she was pregnant, and she was finally starting to adjust to the idea of becoming a mother. It was their first doctor’s appointment, and she was sitting on the bed, waiting for Ed to finish his shower so they could leave together.
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She hoped he’d show some excitement, but he seemed distant lately, preoccupied and withdrawn
As she waited, Ed’s phone buzzed beside her, lighting up with a message. Usually, she respected his privacy. But the way he’d been acting made her hesitate.
Without fully realizing it, she reached for his phone. She tried to unlock it and was surprised to find a passcode. She couldn’t remember him ever using one before. On a whim, she tried his birth date. The screen unlocked immediately.
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The message stared back at her: a picture of a half-dressed woman, smiling in a way that made her stomach twist. Below the picture, a message read, “Can’t wait to see you, baby.”
Her hands trembled as she scrolled through the conversation, each word feeling like a fresh betrayal. Ed had told this woman he was wealthy, a construction company owner—a far cry from his real job.
Heart pounding, she took screenshots, saving them on her phone as evidence of his lies and deceit.
When Ed came out of the bathroom, she was waiting, holding his phone. Her face was pale, her eyes filled with hurt and anger.
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“What is this?!” she shouted, thrusting the phone toward him.
His expression turned hard, and he grabbed the phone from her hand. “None of your business,” he snapped.
Mary’s voice rose, filled with pain. “None of my business? You’re cheating on me! And I’m pregnant, Ed—your pregnant wife!”
His eyes narrowed. “Maybe you’re the one cheating on me,” he shot back, a sneer forming on his face. “How do I even know this baby’s mine?”
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Mary felt her whole world spin. “Are you serious? We’ve been trying for six months. Now you’re saying this?” Her voice broke.
Ed crossed his arms. “Six months, no luck, and now all of a sudden it just happens? Convenient.”
“You’ve been seeing this woman for more than six months, Ed. I saw everything. You’ve lied to her, too! Told her you’re rich, that you own a company!” Mary’s voice trembled.
Ed shrugged, coldly unmoved. “Doesn’t matter. I’m filing for divorce. This marriage is over.”
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“You really think that woman will stick around when she learns the truth about you?” Mary shot back.
“Trust me, she won’t find out. And when this is over, I’ll take this house and everything else you have. Plus, my mom’s money.” He smirked.
Mary’s voice rose in protest. “This house was bought by my father!”
“Yeah? It’s in both our names,” Ed replied with a smug smile.
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Mary’s voice softened as she asked, “What about the baby?”
Ed just shrugged. “You can’t prove it’s mine until it’s born. By then, it’ll be too late.” And with that, he threw her out, leaving her in tears.
Desperate and hurt, Mary made a choice—to go to Scarlett and show her everything. Scarlett had to know the truth about her son.
She sat across from Scarlett, her heart pounding as she told her everything—Ed’s lies, his cheating, his threats to take the house. She held her breath, waiting for Scarlett to dismiss her. But to her surprise, she listened, her face growing pale.
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Scarlett looked down, tears welling in her eyes. “He’s been taking money from me too,” she said softly. “Every penny his father left me, everything I’ve saved. He said he needed it for doctor visits because you couldn’t get pregnant.”
Mary shook her head, feeling both anger and sadness. “He never even went to a doctor. Every time I brought it up, he refused. I checked our account, Scarlett. He’s been taking out huge amounts.”
Scarlett clenched her fists. “I can’t believe my son would do this,” she said, her voice shaking. “He lied to both of us.”
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Mary’s voice broke as she spoke. “I don’t know what to do. I’m pregnant, and he says he’ll take everything. He doesn’t even believe the baby is his.”
Scarlett’s eyes hardened. “I won’t let anyone hurt my future grandchild,” she said firmly. “We’ll make him pay. You have those messages saved, right?”
Mary nodded. “Yes, I took screenshots.”
Scarlett thought for a moment, then said, “I have one of his toothbrushes here. We can get a DNA test when the baby is born.”
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Mary looked at Scarlett, surprised. “You’ve never been on my side before. What changed?”
Scarlett sighed. “I was a mother trying to protect her son. But now I see I need to protect others from him. His father was the same—a cheater. I endured it, hoping Ed would be better. But he isn’t. And I don’t want anyone else to suffer like I did.”
Mary and Scarlett moved forward with their plan. Mary confronted Ed directly, and she showed him the screenshots of his messages.
“I have all your messages,” she said, her voice steady as she held up her phone. “And I’ve already shown them to Scarlett. So you have no more room to manipulate anyone.”
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Ed looked shaken, but Mary continued, not backing down. “Here’s the deal,” she told him firmly. “Give up your claim to the house, sign these divorce papers, and agree to pay child support. Do this, and I’ll stay quiet. Otherwise, I’ll make sure your lover knows the truth.”
Backed into a corner, Ed reluctantly agreed and signed the papers without a word. He had no idea that Scarlett had the final piece of the plan.
Scarlett went to Ed’s lover herself, revealing everything—his lies, his fake claims of wealth, and his deception. She left nothing hidden, ensuring her son’s lies would come crashing down.
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When Ed found out, Scarlett was sitting with Mary, enjoying tea at her house. Suddenly, loud banging echoed from the front door, followed by Ed’s furious shouting.
“You promised you wouldn’t tell if I did everything you asked!” he yelled through the door, his voice sharp with anger.
Mary looked at the door calmly and replied, “I didn’t tell her anything, Ed.”
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Scarlett raised her voice so Ed could hear. “I did,” she called out firmly. “I taught you that lying is wrong, but you clearly didn’t learn.”
“You’re both insane!” Ed shouted, his voice shaking with rage. “You’ll regret this! I’ll make you pay!”
Just then, the police arrived, alerted by a neighbor’s call. They restrained Ed, leading him away as he continued yelling threats, while Mary and Scarlett stayed inside, unshaken while finishing their tea.
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I Saved a Little Girl – Then Saw a Photo in a Black Frame That Looked Just like Me in Her Wealthy Grandma’s Mansion
Sprinting to save a little girl from danger had my heart racing, but stepping into her grandmother’s mansion stopped it cold. On the wall hung an old photo of a man who looked like me but belonged to another era. Who was he? The truth that followed would haunt me forever.
Not much happens in my neighborhood just outside the city. The streets are quiet, lined with maple trees and modest homes, their weathered shingles telling stories of decades gone by.
The autumn air carries the sweet scent of decaying leaves, nature’s reminder that everything changes. At least, that’s what I thought until that crisp October afternoon when a simple trip to the grocery store changed everything.
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As I walked home with my bags, I spotted a little girl, no older than six, sitting in the middle of the road. She was crying over her scraped knee while her bicycle lay on its side, its wheel still spinning lazily in the afternoon light.
My heart stopped when I saw where she was sitting — right before that notorious curve where drivers always speed, their tires squealing against the asphalt like angry cats.
The sound of an approaching engine made my blood run cold.
“Hey! Watch out!” I dropped my groceries, eggs cracking with a wet splat as the bag hit the pavement, the oranges rolling away like escaping prisoners. But none of that mattered.
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I sprinted toward her, my feet barely touching the ground, lungs burning with each breath. Time seemed to slow, the world narrowing to just me and this child in danger.
The engine roared closer, its growl growing more menacing with each passing second. I scooped her up just as a red sedan whipped around the corner, the rush of air from its passing ruffling our clothes, missing us by inches. The driver didn’t even slow down, leaving only the acrid smell of burnt rubber in their wake.
The little girl clung to my jacket like a lifeline, her tears soaking through to my shirt, creating dark patches that matched my racing heart.
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“My knee hurts,” she whimpered, her voice small and broken. “I’m scared. I’m so scared.” Her fingers dug into my shoulders, seeking comfort in their grip.
“I know, sweetheart. I know,” I said, gently stroking her hair. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you. Nothing’s going to hurt you. What’s your name?” I pulled back slightly to look at her tear-stained face, her eyes wide with lingering fear.
“Evie,” she sniffled, wiping her nose with her sleeve. A purple butterfly barrette hung crookedly in her disheveled brown hair.
“Hi Evie, I’m Logan. Where are your parents?” I asked, helping her stand on shaky legs.
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She pointed down the street, hiccupping between words. “Mommy… she drove away. I tried to follow her on my bike, but I fell, and she didn’t see me, and—” Her voice broke completely, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.
“Which house is yours?” I asked softly, crouching down to her level.
“The big one.” She sniffled again, twisting the hem of her pink sweater between her fingers. “With the black gate. Grandma’s watching me today. I wasn’t supposed to leave, but I just wanted to see Mommy.”
I helped her up, retrieved her bike, a pink and white affair with streamers dangling from the handlebars, and walked beside her as she limped along, her small hand gripping mine tightly.
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The “big house” turned out to be an enormous mansion that made the rest of the neighborhood look like dollhouses, its stone facade glowing warmly in the late afternoon sun.
When we reached the ornate iron gate, Evie pressed a button on the intercom with trembling fingers. “Grandma! It’s me!” Her voice cracked with fresh tears, echoing slightly in the metal speaker.
The gate buzzed open immediately with a deep metallic groan, and an elderly woman rushed out the front door, her silver hair catching the sunlight like spun moonbeams, her face etched with worry lines deep as river valleys.
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“Evie! Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick!” She wrapped the girl in a fierce hug, her manicured hands clutching desperately at Evie’s sweater. “I looked away for one minute and you were gone! I’ve been calling everywhere!”
“I fell,” Evie mumbled into her grandmother’s shoulder, fresh tears welling up and spilling over. “I wanted to catch up to Mommy, but—”
“Oh, darling,” the woman kissed her granddaughter’s forehead, then looked up at me with eyes swimming with gratitude.
“Thank you for bringing her home. I’m Vivienne. Please, come in and have some tea while I tend to her knee. Please.” Her voice carried the refined accent of old money, but genuine warmth underlay it.
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Inside, Vivienne cleaned Evie’s scrape with gentle hands while I sat awkwardly on an antique sofa that probably cost more than my monthly salary, its burgundy velvet soft beneath my fingers.
The mansion’s interior was like something from a movie — crystal chandeliers throwing rainbow prisms across the walls, oil paintings in gilt frames watching us with ancient eyes, and Persian rugs so thick my feet sank into them like fresh snow.
“There now, darling. All better?” Vivienne placed a plaster with prancing unicorns on Evie’s knee.
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Evie nodded, already distracted by her tablet, the screen’s glow reflecting in her still-damp eyes. “Can I go play, Grandma? I want to show Uncle Logan my room later!” Her voice had regained its childish enthusiasm.
I smiled at being called “Uncle” so quickly by this child I’d just met, warmth spreading through my chest at the innocent acceptance.
“Of course, dear. But stay inside this time,” Vivienne said firmly, her voice carrying an edge of lingering fear. “Promise me? No more adventures today.”
“I promise!” Evie hopped down and hugged my legs with surprising strength. “Thank you for saving me, Logan. You’re my hero!”
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As Evie skipped away, her footsteps echoing on the marble floor, Vivienne turned to thank me. But the words died on her lips when she looked closely at me.
She stared at me like she’d seen a ghost, her face draining of color until it matched her pearls. Her hand clutched the back of a chair, knuckles white with tension.
“Ma’am?” I shifted uncomfortably under her intense gaze. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Without answering, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the hallway, her heels clicking rapidly on the polished floor. Her grip was surprisingly strong for someone her age, urgent and almost desperate.
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We stopped in front of a wall covered in old photographs — generations of faces in ornate frames, their eyes following us through time.
My eyes swept over the faces until I FROZE at one particular picture.
“Wait. WHAT IS THIS?” I stepped closer to a photo in a black frame, my heart suddenly pounding against my ribs. “That’s impossible.” My breath fogged the glass as I leaned in closer.
The man in the photograph could have been my twin. The resemblance was so striking it was almost supernatural. The same dark eyes with their slight tilt at the corners, the same sharp jawline that could cut glass, and the same slight smile playing at the edges of his mouth.
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Even the way he tilted his head matched my mannerisms perfectly. But his clothes belonged to another era entirely — a perfectly tailored suit from decades past.
“Who is he?”
Vivienne’s hands trembled as she touched the frame, her fingers tracing the edge like a blind woman reading braille. “My brother. Henry.” Her voice cracked on the name.
“Your brother?”
“He vanished 50 years ago.” She pressed her fingers to her mouth, trying to hold back tears. “We never knew what happened to him. The police searched for months, but nothing. It was like he vanished into thin air, taking all our answers with him.”
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We sat in her study, the photo between us on an antique coffee table inlaid with mother-of-pearl. Outside, rain began to fall, drumming against leaded glass windows like impatient fingers.
“Tell me about him,” I said, leaning forward in my leather chair. “Please. Everything you remember. Every detail matters now.”
Vivienne twisted her wedding ring, lost in memories that seemed to play across her face like an old film. “Henry was complicated. Brilliant when he applied himself, charming when he wanted to be. He could light up a room just by walking into it. But he hated responsibility and chafed against every rule—” she paused.
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“Our father wanted him to take over the family business. We owned half the factories in town back then. But Henry…” She shook her head, her silver hair catching the lamplight. “He just wanted to party and live freely. Said life was too short for boardrooms and balance sheets. Said he was suffocating in our father’s shadow.”
“What happened after that?”
“Father gave him an ultimatum: step up or get cut off. When Henry chose freedom over his inheritance, our father followed through. Henry exploded, leaving a horrible letter calling him a tyrant and disappearing into the night. His last words were that he’d rather run away than become our father.”
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“And you never heard from him again?”
“Not a word.” She studied my face with intensity, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I was 16 when he left. I kept expecting him to show up at my wedding, or when father died. But he never did. Just silence, year after year.”
She leaned forward, her hand reaching across the space between us. “What about your father? What do you know about him?”
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I let out a bitter laugh, running my fingers through my hair.
“Nothing. He left when I was three. Mom never talked about him. She’d just get angry if I asked, her face going dark like storm clouds. Said he was a coward who couldn’t handle being a father. She died last year. Took all her secrets with her to the grave.”
Vivienne nodded, her fingers tracing the edge of the frame with a tenderness that spoke of years of memories. After a pause, I asked softly, “But if your brother was so bad, why did you keep his photo?”
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Her eyes softened, tears gathering at the corners as she looked at the photo again. “Because love doesn’t vanish with disappointment, Logan. He was my brother. When our mother died, he’d sit with me for hours, just holding my hand. He wasn’t perfect. Yes, he ran from responsibility, chased pleasure over purpose, but—”
She took a shaky breath. “When we were young, his laugh could light up the darkest room. He had this warmth about him that made you feel safe. I was so young then, seeing the world in black and white. Now, with age, I understand that people aren’t just good or bad. They’re human. In my heart, he’s not the man who ran away. He’s the brother who taught me to ride a bike, who scared away my nightmares. He’s just someone who lost his way while trying to find himself.”
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“Logan,” she reached for my hand, her fingers warm against mine. “I know this may sound crazy. Would you consider taking a DNA test? I know it’s a lot to ask, but the resemblance between you and Henry is uncanny. It’s almost like you’re his mirror image.”
I was stunned. The request was out of the blue, but the quiet desperation in her eyes intrigued me. Maybe this could be the key to the answers I sought. I agreed to the test, and she took care of the arrangements.
Two weeks later, I stood in Vivienne’s study again, holding the test results in hands that wouldn’t stop trembling. The paper crinkled softly, each sound like a thunderclap in the quiet room.
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My hands shook as I read the words that rewrote my entire life story. The rainy afternoon that brought me here seemed like a lifetime ago, yet as fresh as yesterday.
“I can’t believe it,” Vivienne whispered, tears streaming down her face, catching the light like diamonds. “All this time… Henry was your father. You’re my nephew. You’re family!”
Evie bounded into the room, clutching a stuffed unicorn with a rainbow mane. “Grandma, can we have cookies? Logan promised to see my new dollhouse!” Her eyes sparkled with childish excitement, unaware of the momentous revelation hanging in the air.
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Vivienne pulled her close, wiping her eyes with a trembling hand. “Of course, darling. But first, I’d like you to meet someone very special. Remember how you called Logan ‘uncle’ before? Well, he really is your Uncle Logan. He’s part of our family!”
“Really?” Evie’s eyes widened like saucers, her mouth forming a perfect O of surprise. “Like, for real and true?”
I knelt down to her level, my eyes misting over. “For real and true, princess. For real and true.”
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I stood there feeling pieces of my identity clicking into place like a long-forgotten puzzle.
And suddenly, everything made sense: family isn’t just about blood ties; it’s about finding the people who truly matter, even if they were strangers just yesterday. Sometimes, the longest journeys lead us right where we were meant to be all along.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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