They Asked for My Kidney, I Gave Them Hell

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pause. "O

nued, forcing a sob into my voice. "It' s attacking my remaining

in the air, thick wit

aid, her tone completely flat. "But

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he line. "You' ve got to be kidding me. You want

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not my problem you got sick. Life' s tough

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on I expected. It confirmed everything I knew about her

y information in the first timeline. This time, I wo

d down the street and walked up to their perfectly manicured lawn. Taking

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elling with manufactured tears. "M

ace, followed by suspicion.

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falling to my knees in the foyer. Molly and her father came runnin

g on?" Mr. Ch

lasped together. "I need your help. I' m sick. My ot

gust. "Are you serious right now? You' re com

voice dripping with condescension. "It' s incredibly selfish of you to as

y. "You' re bringing bad luck into our house. Get out. You

o be on dialysis. To wait for a call that might never come. Pleas

donate. That was your choice. Getting sick now is yo

he' d said on the phone. The sheer, unvar

t, its microphone on, re