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Tyler
Whenever my phone rang, I thought it was Gabi. Several times, it was, but sometimes it was just people and companies asking me to pay my bills. Unfortunately, most of the first installment of the deal was gone and I still had too many bills to pay.
Shit.
“You don’t look too good,” Lena said.
I ignored her. She had been on my case since she got at the vet clinic early this morning and found me sleeping on the couch in the backroom. I still had a few days off, but I had given up on them now.
Lena had said I looked like s**t, and I bet I smelled like it too, so I went to the nearest Walmart, bought the cheapest jeans and T-shirt and underwear they had in my size, came back to the clinic, and took a quick shower in the bathroom in the backroom.
I poured more coffee into my mug.
