My Uncle Borrowed Money And Disappeared Repeatedly Until He Needed My Help And I Gave One Final Answer

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And I called Richard.

He picked up on the first ring, which told me he’d been waiting.

“Kyle,” he said. “Have you heard anything?”

“I have,” I said. “I’m a match.”

A sound came through the phone that was somewhere between a breath and a sob, the sound of a man who has been very afraid and has just been handed a possible reprieve.

“Kyle,” he continue reading …