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... d them used to say she barely had to lift a finger.”
Eugene’s smile faded, a slow dread curling in her stomach.
“…And me?” she asked warily.
“You…” Dana drew out the word, pretending to think, “you didn’t take after your father. You took after me.”
“Mother,” Eugene said flatly, narrowing her eyes.
Marianne, seated nearby, lifted her teacup and politely turned away, though the corner of her mouth twitched with suppressed laughter.
Dana’s tone took o ...
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