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about every time I’d been told my needs didn’t matter.
“I’m not destroying anything, Mom. I’m protecting myself.”
“For the first time in my life, I’m choosing me.”
I hung up.
24 hours passed.
No money was returned.
I opened my laptop and began typing a police report.
Thursday morning.
9:15 a.m.
The Denver Police Department’s financial crimes unit.
I sat across continue reading …
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