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2022-06-30 00:19:17“You’re truly going to deny my family the meat they purchased because I choose not to wed?”
“I’ll deny them ever buying any again!” He declared.
“Whoa!” My father emerged from the darkness. He was stout and tall and despite the bit of baldness on his head, he was still very imposing. And right now, he looked angry. “Why on earth are you shouting at my daughter?”
“Unfortunately, Sir,” James declared. “I’m fresh out of chickens for you to purchase tonight.”
“Ma already bought them!” I argued. Outraged that he would continue to say she was a liar.
Trying to get more coin from us.
James’ lip curled in contempt. The light from his torch dancing over his furious face.
“You’re mistaken.”
“You’re calling my mother a liar.”
“I am telling you I wasn’t paid. And that’s the end of the tale.”
“Because I won’t wed you!”
“What?” Father caught my arm and pulled me behind him.
“I made an
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