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you clearly didn’t bother understanding before you decided to use them as a cash machine.”
Miles shifted. His arms uncrossed, then crossed again, like he couldn’t find a posture that made him feel safe.
“What does that even mean?” he demanded. “It’s a car.”
I held his gaze. “It means it wasn’t just a car. It was collateral.”
My mother made a small sound,continue reading …
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