Then I picked up the bank card.
And I hid it.
Not because I needed the money.
Because I couldn’t bear the humiliation.
I placed it inside an old butter-cookie tin above the stove and promised myself I would never use it.
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Then I picked up the bank card.
And I hid it.
Not because I needed the money.
Because I couldn’t bear the humiliation.
I placed it inside an old butter-cookie tin above the stove and promised myself I would never use it.
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