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My Mother Thought I Was Moving to a Slum—So She Brought 50 Relatives to Mock Me. They Didn’t Expect the Address.

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00 PM. VIP guests. Very Important Pests.

She pressed send and watched the message disappear into the digital ether.

“Who are you texting?” Mark asked, suspicion finally flickering across his usually placid features.

“Just confirming arrangements with the landlord,” Elena said smoothly. “Making sure everything is ready for our guests.”

Saturday arrived continue reading …

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