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My Dad Bragged At Christmas Dinner That They Sold My Arlington House For Millions

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“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. It’s a seventeen-year-old version of you from twenty years ago and we’ve been using it as a placeholder for the actual person because we never bothered to find out who the actual person was.” He paused. “That’s a reasonable thing to be bothered by.”

“I’m not bothered,” I said. “I’m just accurate about it.”

He set the bourbon continue reading …

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