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the transfer, Valeria set up one new automatic payment.
Not to Carmen.
Not to Mariana.
Not to Ricardo.
To herself.
Twenty-five thousand pesos every month into an account labeled:
My Life Back.
When the confirmation appeared on her screen, she laughed.
Then she cried.
Then she made coffee in her father’s old mug and sat by the window of the apartment she had continue reading …
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