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Saturday, September 19, 2020

Gambling Problem

“Ally, I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry,” Ed begged.

“I told you to stop gambling,” Ally replied calmly, “You said you stopped gambling. Yet somehow you managed to come home today with the body of some white girl because you wagered your own body in a card game? How did you even do that? How is that even possible? You’re lucky I even believe you. Have you thought about what you’re going to tell your work? Your boss? Do you think they’ll magically believe you and let you keep your job? You fucked this up, Ed. You are going to lose that job. We’ll probably lose this house. It’s still entirely possible you’ll lose me. You need to fix this.”

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