“If you’re so smart, then pay your own bills.”
My mom’s voice sliced through the tiny apartment like broken glass, sharp enough to draw blood. I was still in my work uniform, grease stains on my shirt, my feet aching with the specific, throbbing dullness that comes from a double shift at a diner. I hadn’t even taken my shoes …
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