Deja-vu
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When she ran past the house’s front doorway, she felt a form of deja vu. Her husband’s children stepped through the door and into the house. It was like the scene at the notary, but this time it was backward. Now, she was the one leaving. And now they were laughing at her. They knew about the plan and played their part from the start. “How does it feel to finally get your deserved prize?”
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