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” I said.
I placed the printed credit report on the table.
“That’s my name,” I said. “I was on another continent.”
My mother scanned the pages. “We did what we had to do.”
“For yourself,” I said.
Tiffany crossed her arms. “You don’t live in the real world.”
I leaned forward. “You borrowed against my future.”
She scoffed. “You don’t have one.”
That afternoon continue reading …
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