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low and dangerous. “They went through your computer?”
“Katie, that’s not just controlling. That’s—” she struggled for the word, “—that’s insane. That’s a violation.”
“I know,” I whispered, and saying it out loud to someone who believed me made it real in a way it hadn’t been before.
Her apartment was small—one bedroom, one couch that pulled out continue reading …
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