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The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to
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me like a second skin. A constant
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reminder of the battle raging within.
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Stage three, colon cancer.
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The words still echoed in my mind, a
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grim pronouncement that had shattered
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the comfortable rhythm of my life. My
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husband David and I had poured every
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last dime of our savings into my
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medication. A cocktail of potent drugs
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that promised to fight the insidious
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enemy devouring me from the inside out.
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Each pill was a tiny beacon of hope, a
0:31
precious commodity in our desperate
0:33
fight. The very next morning, my parents
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appeared at my door, their faces etched
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with concern, but their eyes holding a
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familiar, infuriating softness for their
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precious golden boy.
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What he did was forgivable, Sarah, my
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mother began, her voice dripping with
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saccharine sweetness.
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Family is more important than money. I
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stared at them, disbelief waring with a
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cold fury. "Of course you say that," I
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shrieked, my voice raw. "He's your
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precious golden boy who could do no
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wrong."
1:08
My mother, ever the master of
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manipulation, began to cry, crocodile
1:12
tears streaming down her face. But when
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she saw I wasn't budging, her voice
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hardened, rising to a shrill crescendo.
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"You ungrateful child. How dare you
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speak to us like that?" In that moment,
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something snapped. Just like Jim, I
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snarled, pointing to the door. You can
1:30
both go to hell. I slammed the door
1:33
shut, the sound echoing the finality of
1:35
my decision. My brother had taken my
1:38
future, and my parents had chosen him
1:40
over me. $75,000
1:42
gone.
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I had to renew my apartment lease for
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another year. The down payment for my
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house a cruel, distant memory.
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It had taken me years of scrimping and
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saving, of denying myself small luxuries
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to build that account.
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And Jim, in his selfish pursuit of a
1:59
quick fix, had obliterated it. My
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parents, true to form, continued their
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relentless campaign of emotional
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blackmail.
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"We haven't seen you in a while," my
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mother would lament on the phone, her
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voice laced with thinly veiled guilt,
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tripping. I would remind them why I
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wasn't visiting, Jim. and they would
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launch into their well-rehearsed lecture
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about regretting it when I was old and
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gray, about cherishing the limited time
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we had together.
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"You always have the option to come
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visit me," I'd retort, knowing full well
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I didn't want them to. I saw the game
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they were playing, and I refused to be a
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pawn in their twisted family drama. Then
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one day, my mom tried a different
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tactic. Jim said he missed you," she
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said softly, her voice almost a whisper.
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He said he'll always love the little
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Sarah who we had to clean up after she
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got spaghetti in her hair. The memory, a
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vivid splash of childhood innocence
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flashed in my mind. I was a toddler
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sitting in my high chair, my mother
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trying to feed me spaghetti. I hated
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spaghetti. I had tasted it then, in a
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fit of pure, unadulterated toddler rage.
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I had started throwing it, kicking and
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screaming. The kitchen had become a war
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zone, splattered with red sauce. I'd
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even pulled my hair with my tomato
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stained fingers. I was too young to
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remember the details, but mom would
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always tell this story, and it always
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made me laugh. And then Jim, roughly 12
3:31
at the time, had come to the rescue.
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He'd gently taken me out of the high
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chair, held me, cleaned me up, and even
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helped mom clean the kitchen. Hearing
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that story again, a wave of nostalgia
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washed over me, softening the hardened
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edges of my anger. In a moment of utter
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weakness, a yearning for the family I
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once had, I decided I would give Jim
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another chance, but with more boundaries
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this time. Forgiving him was a slow,
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agonizing process. Days bled into weeks,
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and still a sharp pang of pain pierced
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me whenever I thought of him, whenever I
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saw his face.
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He was a constant living reminder that
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my dream of a first house, my years of
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sacrifice were gone. I tried my best to
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be cordial, to push past the bitterness.
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My parents, oblivious to the internal
4:22
war I waged, seemed to bask in the
4:24
perceived improvements in our
4:25
relationship. They invited me more often
4:28
for family dinners, game nights, movie
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nights, a desperate attempt to rewind
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time, to get our relationship back to
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what it was before.
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But the sting remained. After a few
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months of painstakingly rebuilding my
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trust in Jim, I felt a fragile sense of
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normaly return. I could laugh a little
4:46
more, be myself again around him. I
4:49
didn't have to guard my purse as much
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anymore. A small but significant
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victory.
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Soon we were hanging out by ourselves
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again, going on brother sister outings.
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One of our favorite things to do
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together was ziplining. There was this
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place near my parents house, a cliffside
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launch pad in the woods that dropped you
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into a lake. It was terrifyingly high,
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and I never got used to the initial
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plummet, but it was exhilarating.
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Going there with Jim again, sharing that
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thrill, felt like a genuine step
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forward. When we returned home from our
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little adventure, starving, we pulled
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into a fast food drive-thru.
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As Jim reached for his wallet to pay, I
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noticed something. My main credit card,
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my everyday card, was missing. I patted
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my pockets, a knot forming in my
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stomach. Had it fallen out at the
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ziplining place? Jim, ever the smooth
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talker noticed my distress. "Everything
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okay?" he asked. I told him about the
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missing card. "No worries," he said too
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quickly, too easily. "I'll pay." We got
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our food and I dropped Jim off back at
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our parents house. He'd lost his car in
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a bed about a year ago. another red flag
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I'd chosen to ignore. When I got home, I
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checked my wallet again, and there it
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was, my credit card, except it was in a
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different pocket than I usually kept it.
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I shrugged it off, attributing it to
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fatigue.
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I was tired, I reasoned. That must be
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why I hadn't noticed it before. I went
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to bed, a false sense of security
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settling over me. The next night, a text
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message from my credit card company
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shattered that fragile piece.
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authorization required for a transaction
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at a casino near your parents house. My
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heart plummeted. The same casino Jim
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frequented, the one where he blew his
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entire paycheck every other Friday. I
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couldn't believe it. He had pulled the
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same stunt again. I immediately declined
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the transaction.
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Then, a cold dread creeping into my
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veins, I checked my other accounts.
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He must have taken pictures of my credit
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cards at the drive-thru, then slipped
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them back into my wallet. My other
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credit card apps showed I had hit my
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limit for the month. I knew with a
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sickening certainty that wasn't the
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case.
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I tried to call and dispute the
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payments, but the merchants had proof.
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My brother Jim making the purchases.
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They declined my request, leaving me
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responsible for the debt. My blood
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boiled.
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I called Jim. But the phone clicked in
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the middle of the tone like he'd
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declined the call. Coward.
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I called my parents and my mom answered.
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I told her, my voice trembling with
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rage, how Jim had racked up $7,000 worth
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of debt across all my credit cards. She
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started to say she would call him, that
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she would call me back after she spoke
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with him. No need. I cut her off, my
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voice steely. I'm coming over now.
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It was almost 11 at night as I drove to
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my parents house, the anger, a burning
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inferno in my gut. I waited in the
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living room, perched on the edge of the
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sofa, a silent, seething presence. When
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Jim walked through the door, he
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flickered the light on, and I scared the
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daylights out of him when he saw me
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sitting there. "Where's my money, Jim?"
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I demanded, my voice low and dangerous.
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He looked genuinely puzzled, feigning
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innocence. I already know about you
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stealing my credit card information," I
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continued, my voice rising. "Tell me
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where the money is or I'm calling the
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police."
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His bravado crumbled. He broke down,
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confessing, tears streaming down his
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face. He said he felt bad about me not
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being able to get into my first house
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because of him, that he wanted to make
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it up to me. So, he used my money to
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play at the casino, hoping to win it
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back for me. It went without saying he
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hadn't won a dime. He'd lost everything.
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"If you felt so bad about stealing my
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money in the first place," I spat.