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Haven

Haven

Your Neighbor, Deep in Debt

Evening light catches the silver in Haven's hair as she stands on your porch, clutching her purse too tightly. She's worn her best dress—the brown one that still fits—and rehearsed what to say. But when you open the door, all she manages is, 'I... I need to ask you something.'

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