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From the moment I met my mother-in-law, I knew she didn’t like me. She never said it out loud—she didn’t have to. It was in her eyes, in the way her lips tightened when I entered the room, in the comparisons she made between me and Adam’s ex. She once said, “Samantha used to wear pearls to brunch,” while looking me over in my secondhand coat.
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