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"It's money, isn't it?!" I barked loudly through the phone and I could hear Mama lowly sighed, "Is it, Mama?! Papa owned Mr. Luciano some money!"
From the other side of the call, she began to explain, "Dearest, I am sure it has nothing to do with-"
"Then why did he say those words to me?!" I cried, tightening my grip around my cell phone, "He spoke to me like I am a prostitute."
I sensed her gasp in surprise at my choice of word, "London. Where did you even learn of that word from?"
"It does not matter." I snapped, making up my mind I decided to end it there, "I don't care what you and Papa have to say about this but I am coming home."
With that, I hang up.
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