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“But I think if it stayed private, people would’ve kept acting like it was small.”
Her voice was steady.
“And it wasn’t small.”
“No,” I said. “It wasn’t.”
She looked at me then, not like a child looking for reassurance, but like a young woman offering truth.
“You made it real.”
My throat closed.
“I wish I had made it real sooner.”
“I know,” she said again.continue reading …
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