The Debt of Deception

ard of numbers, each one a t

four hundred and eighty-one dollar

vez, my ex-colleague, whispered

high-interest loans, and filled my Portland apart

posted from Ba

ent down. My lif

nd my phone wouldn't stop bu

ss while I stared at a mountain of useless sur

ighbor, Sweet_Caroline, shrieked, "I make more money in o

ing sn

ave them an