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“I meant what I said.”
“I know,” I nodded. “This isn’t about that.”
She looked at me carefully, searching for something real.
“I couldn’t give you a good life back then,” I admitted. “I chose myself.”
The truth felt raw, exposed.
“But I can try now,” I continued. “Not for forgiveness. Just… because I should.”
Her eyes softened, just slightly.
“I didn’t come continue reading …
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