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not my debt,” he snapped, then immediately looked like he regretted snapping. His shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry. I’m not… I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at—” He swallowed. “I’m mad at feeling like this.”
Like a man whose whole life had been built on standing tall, suddenly realizing his body, his bank account, and the world had all decided he continue reading …
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