Sabel's P.O.V.
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~ A couple of weeks later ~
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I plopped on my bed after another long day or working my a.ss off. I used to do odd and end things when I lived with Dad to make money. I didn't need to, but I wanted to. The guys he worked with would give me a task and pay me a few dollars for it. But this... this is exhausting.
Mom has set up jobs for me for every single day of the summer. I only get Sundays off because she makes me go to church and then claims the rest of the day is for the lord. I'm sure she'd make me clean the house those days if she didn't already have a company come once a week to do it.
Still, she has me doing everything from babysitting the horrible kids in your friend group, to mowing lawns, to
