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I tilted my head back, pointing my face toward the ceiling, squeezing my eyes shut to curb the wave of guilt. My parents assumed that things were fine and my business was new but flourishing. I didn’t tell them any different because, well, I was an adult and needed to handle things on my own. They were barely making things work on their end and didn’t need to be concerned with me being an added expense.
mo be readin
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Christmas in Spite of You
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