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mom” demeanor like a snake shedding skin. I stood taller, shoulders back, chin up. “And the ‘high society’ you’re so desperate to join? I own the printing press that prints the invitations. I own the publications that decide who gets mentioned and who gets forgotten.”
I paused, letting it sink in.
“I am the gatekeep, Mark. I am the door you’ve been continue reading …
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