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“And working in that dump of a café," adds Michael. “Why?"
There is no compromise to her angry tone, “A girl's gotta eat and pay rent. And to do that, she has to work."
“In this miserable place?" I say. “What happened to the money you had? And the money I sent you?"
Her voice rising, “The money I had, I still have, because I am going to need it to fund the next year or so. And I don't know anything about any money that you sent me."
“I paid it to your bank, to see you alright," I say. She just stares at me. “You haven't checked your account recently?"
“No need. I'm living on my earnings. And if you sent money, I'll damn well send it back. I am not available for purchase!"
Michael, arms folded, drops his head, turns his face away.
No....
.... I didn't mean....
“Charlotte,
