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sat on the floor in my new apartment, the box beside me and cried into my teacup.
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sat on the floor in my new apartment, the box beside me and cried into my teacup.
Not because I’d lost something. But because I’d gotten it back, and finally saw who I’d become in the process.
People have asked why I left my husband over a tea set.
“It’s not just a tea set,” I tell them. “It’s so much more.”

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