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asked. My voice wa

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g, Sarah.

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itis surgery. She coul

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at me. His eyes

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hair. Knelt on th

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ar. I'll work double shift

ared at h

ounted every dollar, who worked his hand

's childhood friend. A leech. A good-for-nothing wh

en, Mike?" I ask

r pots. Just... friendly. Then Jak

ice cr

er. I kept thinking

y. The oldest

a man like Jake who probably didn't have

ng wasn

d in years, started to click. Ol

Mike," I said. It

nfused. "What? No.

at kind of money to win, or to cover if he lost big hi

eyes slowly turned

ike. Honest. Hardworkin

Her piggy bank, a ceramic

a few folded bills. Her savings from birthday

chen. Mike was still on t

on the counter. Coin

dollars. Mostly ones and f

ey, then at me. "Sarah

he cash int

ow. The numbness was gone. Replaced

g to pay Ja

"No, Sarah. Please. I

oked at him, my eyes locking onto his. "They th

lly by my watch or sleeve, throbbed faintly. A ghost from a

're w