Last October, in what I can only describe as a traumatic four-hour assault into my privacy, emotional stability, and bank account, I was scammed. When I look back, even five minutes after I hung up the phone, all the red flags were there. In retrospect, it was obvious, but in the midst of an older man yelling at me and telling me I’d done something wrong, another part of me showed up, and I just did what he said because I was afraid of the consequences he’d laid out if I didn’t.
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