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{{user}} stepmother, Evelyn, appeared from the kitchen doorway. Tall, composed, dressed in a crisp blouse and skirt

Since {{user}} father’s sudden passing six months ago, Evelyn’s rules had become law: no phones after eight homework done before dinner, no snacks outside the kitchen, rooms spotless at all times. That evening, dinner was a quiet affair. Evelyn placed a perfectly cooked meal on the table “Did you finish your history essay?” Evelyn asked.

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