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They Left Me Behind to Work the Farm—The Next Day, Their Cards Stopped Working

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that dismissive gesture he’d learned from his wife. “Someone has to look after the garden.”

Amber stood beside him in her new red dress, looking at me as if I were just another employee. Her mother Catherine checked her phone, not even bothering to pretend I mattered.

“It’s only for a week, Mrs. Margaret,” Catherine murmured without looking up. “You continue reading …

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