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... abruptly, reaching into his jacket, and flings a thick folder at me.
Paper scatter across the floor.
I flinch out of instinct. The reports scatter around my feet with my name printed everywhere. Dates, numbers.
I bend and snatch one up, my hands shaking.
"You went digging through my life," I say. My voice cracking now, and I don’t care. "Through my health status. Through things I haven’t even told my brothers."
"You looked sick," he says. "You still do." ...
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