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e between us. "You'll have more money than you'll

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fair share of men trying to buy my att

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taking the dark, bro

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hell just

ments before I sn

the money from my chest and

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to go

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en better days. There's a pile of blankets

not to thi

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answer them. I don't even have the answers for that. Very so

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chest as I turn to find my mother o

er side. I try to lift her, b

er in it is evident. She shoves a stash of

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om, I d

eyes filled with disgust. "You're just like your fat

ike that," I say, my voice shak

her frail hands surprisingly

ing back the hurt. The

choes through

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s probably the landlord," sh

fixing my hair before crack

in suits st

omach

ke the rest but bald with dark shades covering

, that's me. Listen, if this is about rent, I promise w

flatly. "I'm here to deliver legal documents from Mr.

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sum of

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say, gripping the

le my signature on every page befor

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face and let out a sque

going to

gaze burns into me

her

, this time with irr

n't flinch. "You need

nk. "

me to waste. You have one

. my mother. I can't

not our

from behind me. "Go," she spits. "

dial my friend, Trisha. "I need a nurse a

bag and stepped outside, a slight jump with eac

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held down; everything goes