“Unlocking Freedom: How the Right of Rescission Can Change Your Financial Future”
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Serving the boss-man, a panty-hosed woman ushers me out. An institution of lending that only takes. A monolith of cubicles, windows and vaults. Desks and decisions. I wanted withdrawal, but left with less than I entered.
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A loan never appeared. I was not worthy. My flesh insufficient collateral. Walking home on fractured sidewalks, each crack breaks my back. How naive was I to believe this unholy war was confined to my bedroom.
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Crying, I tell her his sins. Her words, “Look at what you’re wearing,” sound like “Daughter, I cannot control the world.” She means men. And hands me the blame, like a laurel wreath of thorns she lays upon my simple yellow t-shirt.
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