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calm, and pulled up the loan payment. The one I’d been making for twenty-four months, seventy-two hundred dollars of my money poured into a debt I never authorized.
“Laya, don’t,” my mother said, and now she was crying, actual tears streaming down her face. “Please. You don’t understand—”
“Explain it to me then,” I said. “Explain how my signature ended continue reading …
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