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“In the case of the Phillecky clan, they certainly-”
The rest of my sentence was cut off by a roar from Keale. The umpire had bounced the football. The sermon had begun.
I grinned and settled back to eat my pizza. I didn’t need to hear from my father or half brother. I didn’t need their thanks or their acknowledgement.
With friends like these, I was richer than either of them ever would be.
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