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At the beginning of March, my tax filing came through on the Individual Income Tax App. I was informed that I owed one thousand dollars in tax. However, just now, a pair of shameless neighbors had scammed me out of 15 grand because I didn't deliver them their usual bag of wheat this month. I was twenty-eight years old. I was making barely 15 hundred dollars a month, while still splitting a 3 grand mortgage with Earl Dixon. Staring at the notification of paying my tax, a wave of exhaustion hit me like never before. I picked up my phone, tears blurring my vision, and called Earl. I wanted to say that I wanted to get married. But before the words could leave my mouth, his voice cut in, sharp and impatient. He said, "I've got another surgery. Can you call later?" The call ended. A flat, mechanical busy tone echoed in my ears. I suddenly overcame at that moment.