My Brother-In-Law Borrowed My Phone At Dinner

drama, which made me trust her.

“Jesus,” Pam said after I explained.

“Pretty much.”

“Send me the case number. Seller’s an estate, not a flipper. They might give us a week.”

A week.

I cried then.

Not pretty. Not movie crying. My nose ran. I made a sound like a hurt dog and had to mute myself because Pam did not deserve that at 6:27 in the morning.

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