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Why don’t you grow up, mom? Ginny wanted me here. I was the one who took care of her. I took her to her appointments and made her breakfast every day. I earned this. What did you do, huh? She’s lying there dying, and where the hell are you? Now what? You’ve decided to, oh, I don’t know, make your eldest son homeless? Great family, mom.

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