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out couch. Ryan sat on the kitchen floor in dim light, staring at a stack of past due utility bills. Mom, he whispered, noticing my eyes were open, it’s going to get really tight if you stay long term. I’m so happy to have you, but. His voice broke. I’m scared I can’t give you the life you deserve. You’ve done more than enough, Ryan, I told him, staring continue reading …
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