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back.”
She stood up. “I’m not asking you to forgive me. Or to let me back into your life. I just wanted you to know that I’m working on being better. And that I’m sorry.”
She walked to the door, then paused. “For what it’s worth… I’m proud of you. For standing up for yourself. I wish I’d learned how to do that sooner.”
I sat on my couch for continue reading …
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