My 80-Year-Old Grandma Was the True Heiress

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's shrill voice sliced

ndred-dollar bill I had left. It was me

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in the doorway, a coarse wove

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forearms, bloc

ays. Grandma still has a fever.

hy rag over her nose and mouth as if ev

me and your uncle! Your useless parents dumped you and this old burden on

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your bad luck onto me!" D

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I collapsed onto the floor, curled i

and dragged Elizabeth off the bed as if she were nothing

throat as I struggled to my

alley, Victor was about to thro

dead, do it somewhere e

beth let out a faint groan,

ushed the dust from their hands, and wal

my knees and pulled E

osing warmth f

bled as I rubbed hers, trying to pass my own body hea

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not

s were the cheapest

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ding beams tore open the darkness, th

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glided silently into th

ir obsidian bodies gleaming with a

ot an ordinary license pla