MEREDITH'S POV Tired, stressed, hungry, and depressed. These were the emotions I was living with these days. Brenda, my best friend, pulled up to my building. “No, not the front. Take me around the back,” I told her. “Mer, don't tell me you owe Mr. Smith rent again.” “OK Bren, I don't owe Mr. Smith rent,” I snickered. Brenda pulled up around the back. “How much?” She asked. “Three thousand six hundred dollars,” I sighed. “That's three months!” Brenda exclaimed. “Why didn't you tell me sooner?” “Brenda, I can't keep taking money from you. You already helped me out with food and meds for my mother. I can't keep pressuring you like this.” “Are you fucking kidding me? I am your best friend, and you and your mom had been there for me since I was eight and going through shit with my step-father. I could never repay you guys for what you did for me,” she hugged me, then she opened her purse. “This is all the cash I have on me now. Give it to Mr. Smith and tell him you'll
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