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It was printed, not notarized. The signature was messy—mine forged badly, like someone had traced it from an old birthday card. The dates were wrong. The address wasn’t even formatted properly.
It wasn’t just fake.
It was insulting.
I looked at Karen Bennett again, waiting for some flicker of shame.
There was none.
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