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No matter how much I worked...

No matter what I did, and how hard I tried.

It was never enough.

Never enough to satisfy Daniel and fulfil his needs.

Why the fuck was I suffering and paying the price for his problems?

I couldn't take it anymore.

Five-thousand Euros...

That wasn't pocket change.

That was almost three months of hard work, overtime and labour.

That's how long it would take for me to earn that and give it to him, not even taking into account our bills and expenses.

He was asking me for five-thousand?


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