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By the seventh, I picked up.
Her voice was crying, confused and furious.
“Jonah, what have you done? The house is dark. No TV, no hot water. Your dad’s losing it. What did you do?”
I answered calmly.
“I only turned off what I was paying for. From now on, you can take care of yourselves, right?”
“You can’t do this,” Mom shrieked. “This is your home.”
I pressed continue reading …
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