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Singer
75 days and 21 hours with Miles
“You want to lock her up. After she’s just escaped from a f*****g cult?” Singer leaned forward on the sofa, fighting a wave of anger.
“Please don’t use that kind of language, Singer.”
“I think it’s appropriate to the sentiment. You can’t lock her up, she’s thirty-four years old.”
“If we had reason to believe she was a danger to herself—”
“A danger to herself? She’s fine. She hangs out in her room, she hangs out with me, how can she possibly be a danger to herself? I’m actually not considered dangerous, unpredictable company. By anyone.”
“You brought that man into our house, Singer!”
“Really?”
“Viv, hold on. Singer, please explain to me about this person your sister’s seeing.”
God, there was no way out of this. I am so sorry, Lisa.
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