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for me.
That night, while Marissa and I were making a simple dinner, the phone rang again.
I wasn’t going to answer, but instinct told me to pick up.
“Janna, I don’t know what’s happening. The power’s out. The bills haven’t been paid, and we can’t even watch Netflix anymore.”
Mom’s voice trembled, full of fear and confusion.
“Who do you think has been paying continue reading …
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