I dread walking through the front door. I've been staying at the dealership untill my wife & kids are in bed because I can't face them, my phone has been blowing up with reminder texts to repay my loan but I don't have it. Quietly slipping off my shoes I walk towards the kitchen. A soft feminine chuckle scares the crap out of me, I spin quickly to stear into the living room, expecting my wife. "Beth?" I ask
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