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cashes their checks anyway.

Last month, a woman came in.

I was there. It was a Thursday. I’d stopped by to drop off some rhubarb for Shelly.

The woman was maybe forty. Thin. Tired. Wearing a gray uniform with a name patch that said CLEAN-PRO SERVICES. Rubber gloves sticking out of her back pocket. White sneakers with bleach stains on them.

She had a little girl with her. Seven or eight. Holding her hand.

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She came up to Brandon’s window. She held out a paycheck. Her hand was shaking a little.

Ezoic

“I don’t have an account here,” she