Ah. Well. The bank now wants 28,000 instead of the (I thought) agreed upon 25,000 for my house. That's it, I'm done. They can fucking have it. Foreclosure is the only thing left now. Who needs a credit score anyway? Sure, a little of this (about 75% theirs and 25% mine, in my estimation anyway) is my fault. Everybody who works for bankers, in a bank, crunching numbers, stockpiling wealth, hoarding money, etc. You can all go fuck yourselves with a pineapple in whatever orifice you don't already have something in.
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