The Inheritance #SideHustle contest entry

The Inheritance #SideHustle contest entry

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This is a short story for the contest giveaway by Nickelodeon #SideHustle Allyson works a boring 9-5, taking calls for people having problems with their toilets. Yep. The dream job. She's barely making ends meet and looks to find a #sidehustle that will allow her and her fiancé to move away to their dream town of San Diego. Hey we all have our preferences. Not only that, but they want to start their family. Which requires a certain item that comes from a bank. Not that kind of bank. You know what kind of bank. Anyways, she ends up searching for a gig that will fulfill her and allow her to save up for things that others consider commodities. She finds a promising tutoring gig and gets offered the position. Will everything work out in her favor or will she be dealt yet another impossible situation?
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