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already given the dealership my financials. My chest tightened. “How does he know my income?”
Dad waved a hand. “He just ran a soft check. Your family. Don’t be paranoid.”
I set my fork down. “No.”
Three sets of eyes snapped to me. Nate laughed like I’d told a joke. “Come on, man. Don’t start.”
“I’m not co-signing anything for you.”
Mom’s smile went flat.continue reading …
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