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about when her daughter loses everything is her own next payment.
I call Jocelyn.
“You’re joking,” she says. “Brianna’s tuition is due next month.”
“I’m sorry, Jocelyn. I really lost everything.”
“You always do this. You always find a way to make everything about you.”
The line cuts out. She’s hung up.
I set the phone on the table. Marcus is sitting across continue reading …
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