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Jeffrey and George.
My two-year-old twin grandsons.
Behind them stood Vanessa, holding a trash bag.
Without greeting me, she pushed the bag toward my chest.
“I’m not cut out for this poverty stuff,” she said flatly. “I want to live my life.”
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