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Got home from work early – good.  Checked the mail – bad.

There’s a letter for Josh from the IRS.  THE IRS.  They finally caught up with him about the taxes he neglected to file before we met.  They want their money.  $9600.  By June 27.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

I really literally don’t know what to do.  I talked a little to my boss and she said her dad had some IRS issues before he died and they are willing to work with you.  There’s a number on this letter.  I’m going to call and see what I can do.  This really isn’t my responsibility.  I can’t keep cleaning up his messes.

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