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She nodded again, slower.
“Okay,” the judge said. “When you’re ready, I’d like you to tell me who you’d prefer to live with most of the time. Your mom or your dad.
Across the room, my ex shifted in his seat.
Claire squeezed his hand.
Andrea stood up.
For a second, she just stood there, breathing. Then she slipped her hand into the pocket of her hoodie.
My ex’s smile faded.
She pulled out a small stack of folded papers. From where I was sitting, I could see the store logos.
The shoe store. The electronics store. The fancy department store.
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