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Pratt, sat with his hand extended, a Montblanc pen hovering in the air. He was waiting for me to sign the final decree. The document that would end our fifteen-year marriage. The document that would grant Lenora the house in the suburbs, the two cars, the entirety of our savings, full physical custody of our three children, and—the kicker—$4,200 a continue reading …
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