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the house. We have nothing.”
“You have a Porsche,” I said, looking at the yellow car. “Sell it. That’s fifty grand right there. That buys a lot of hotel nights.”
“We can’t sell it!” Bella screamed. “It’s a lease, and the penalty for breaking it is huge.”
I laughed.
I actually laughed out loud.
It was a dark, bitter sound.
“So you leased a luxury car with continue reading …
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