Inheritance by Gretchen Robinson

The Inheritance I spent my inheritance. I felt the walk to the bank teller.  It was painful, as every step cost about one hundred dollars from my account.  My chest tightened with the forced smile and animated performance I put on for the banking officials “Another thousand dollars, please, all in hundreds, thanks”.  I pushed...

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