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Vomit rose in her throat as she read the monthly statement. The car was going to take another few hundred dollars to fix and the tumble dryer was making a weird clanking noise. She stifled a dry sob while he mind scurried desperately for solutions.

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She dashed from the office at five p.m. sharp. Her restaurant shift started in only thirty minutes. She stopped momentarily on the sidewalk to pull off her heals and replace them with her flat black shoes. The starched maroon uniform jogged around in her backpack as she trotted down the street to the bus stop. Emerging into the restaurant she rearranged her face into what she hopped was a tip-winning pleasant smile and disappeared into the change rooms to put the uniform on. With enough tips tonight she just might make the loan repayments and the rent.

By james, April 14, 2012.
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The bailiffs knocked only once. Splinters flew into the already deserted and barren house with an earsplitting bang. All they found was a hastily scrawled note saying he would have left them beer, but he'd already sold the fridge.

By angela, April 14, 2012.
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She stared at the figures until her eyes glazed over and the numbers blurred into gibberish. No matter how she worked and reworked them she was head and shoulders submerged in red. There was nothing to be done but sell everything. It was over.

By angela, April 14, 2012.