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I turned to her.
“No,” I said calmly. “You are.”
Michael finally spoke up. “Dad, don’t make a scene.”
“A scene?” I looked around the perfectly decorated room. “You made the scene the moment you chose a burnt roast over your own son.”
He flinched.
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