I Went To Cancel An Old Bank Card After A Funeral—The Teller Asked Me Not To Leave

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“Ma’am,” she said again, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper. “Where did you get this card?”

“I told you,” I said. “My father gave it to me. Five years ago.”

“Your father.” She swallowed hard, her eyes darting from the screen to me and back again. “And he told you there was one thousand dollars on it?”

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