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“I kept calling him. He never answers. When his wife picks up, she says they’re too busy.
I didn’t want to be a burden, so I just kept paying for it.”
Eighty dollars a month might not sound like much to someone like Gavin. But Darlene lives on Social Security.
That’s groceries and medication. That’s everything.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get worse… Gavin came back.
Three days after the hurricane, Gavin’s brand-new silver Porsche pulled into his driveway like he was arriving at a red carpet event.
He got out wearing designer sunglasses, looking around at his undamaged property with visible satisfaction.
I walked over before I could talk myself out of it.
“Hey, Gavin. Welcome back.”
He turned, grinning.
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