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to understand something too adult for her age.
“Dignity does not expire,” I said. “Not at forty. Not at seventy-two. It is not decorative. It is structural. The moment people learn you will trade it away to keep the peace, they begin charging you for your own love.”
She gripped my hand tighter.
“I don’t have anywhere to go,” she said in a small voice.continue reading …
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