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My throat is closing It feels like there’s a black hole where ht out of me

All I can think to do is run I pull the door open, slainsult to injury, I twist h heels just this lamorous

With a sharp pain in h the door and out into the restaurant The waiter sees me and steps my way, his arm outstretched, ready to usher me to the table, but I push past toward the nearest door, which turns out to be the kitchen

Everything see flat on my face as a heel breaks I kick the shoe off, then the other, and dart for the back door, tu to breathe

I dart ure out what to do, then hear ift” from Vito When I fish it out, I see my mom’s number, and despite the fact that I want to run away and never look back, I try to calht now

“Hi, Moainst the back wall of the restaurant and slide over toward the street

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“Esone There’s no money left, and I now have a final foreclosure notice on the house I’m so sorry, baby, we tried” Her voice cracks, and it’s hard to“I have a week to coes If not, the sheriff will cos Your father doesn’t know, it would kill hi home soon”

“Moure it out” For a s weren’t good; I knew they had debts, but not this Not losing the house in a week “You should have toldback tears “But it’s just ure it out”

“Oh, Esot the final noticeI think I was just pretending it wouldn’t happen There would be soht, but it’s not I don’t have this kind of money”

“How much do you need to save the house?”

“Too h, and I can hear that it’s mixed with a sob

“How much?”