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medication, and six months of recovery rent. My mother kept tapping the envelope with one red fingernail like it already belonged to her.
“Your brother made a mistake,” she said.
Across the table, Evan stared at the floor, hungover, swollen-eyed, pretending shame while wearing a $900 watch. Gambling had eaten him alive again. This time, he owed men who continue reading …
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