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11: No Debt

Author: Capricorn
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-09 17:25:21

Carmen's POV

Three things happened on a Wednesday afternoon that should not have been possible, and by the time the third one landed I was sitting at my kitchen table unable to feel my legs.

The first thing that occurred was me receiving an email. I was at my desk going through coursework when a notification popped up on my phone from the scholarship board. I almost didn't open it because I assumed it was another reminder about the upcoming deadline, which I really did not need to be reminded o
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