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My father threw $1500 across the living-room floor and told me my money was no longer good enough for him. $20 bills scattered over the carpet, and while I stood there too stunned to breathe, my mother smiled and said my younger sister would finally give them the kind of life they deserved.
Chapter 1 For eight years, I had paid their rent. I was thirty-two, an accountant at a midsized firm in Columbus, Ohio, with the sort...
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