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Benny cleared his throat. "What's this?" He asked, eying the stuffed envelope with disbelief.
"It's the rent," Roger muttered. "I forgot that April and I had a joint bank account."
"You…forgot?" Benny questioned. "Roger, you should always have a proper accounting of your fiscal state–"
"Yeah, well, given that her response to being diagnosed with HIV was to off herself in the bathroom, I kind of assumed that she'd blown the contents on our little habit." He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Do you want it, or not?"
"Are you sure you can afford this?"
He shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not. At least we'll get ourselves another year."