I had just received my mail for the day and wanted nothing but to have a long meeting with my bed.
Once inside my living room, I dropped my backpack on the couch before sitting down and checked what came in the mail.
“Bill, Bill, Loan offer, not happening, ” I said with a snort.
The last one made me frown in utter confusion because it was addressed to me.
“Alright, who’s responsible for thi...