From ATM to Avalanche: Sarah's Sweet Revenge

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e or sports cars. It was a single, ove

less workhorse from rural Nebraska who made it big. The one who sent money home every month without fai

king ATM. And I

pressure to perform-it had hollowed me out. The lot

I didn't give two weeks' notice. I just hit send. A wave of relief wa

Maybe buy a small house, plant a garden. I hadn't lived

d my mo

some news. I'

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Sarah, what about the mo

l be there in time for Cody's graduati

lacate her. "Oh. Well, that's nic

ing," no "Are you okay?" Just a flicker of p

something was different. This time, I held