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to take it, and I walked toward the life I wanted to keep.
My name is Myra Hutton. I’m 42 years old, and for the first time in my life, I don’t owe anyone a single thing.
Not even an explanation.
The fog lifts. The sun comes through. The chickens settle down.
It’s a good morning.
That’s my story.
And remember, you are not an ATM. You are someone’s equal.continue reading …
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