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never seen before. Blonde. Professional-looking. Carrying a briefcase.
“Ms. Martinez? I’m Sarah Chin from Michigan Legal Aid. I have information about your brother’s medical bills. May I come in?”
Angela’s heart raced. She hadn’t contacted legal aid, but maybe her brother had.
She opened the door with the chain still attached.
“I didn’t request—”
The woman continue reading …
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