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protected you.”
That was the first honest thing she had said to me in years.
I took the shoebox from her hands.
“Thank you.”
She lingered there, probably hoping I would invite her inside. I didn’t.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” I replied. “But love doesn’t come with access anymore.”
She nodded slowly, crying quietly, and walked away.
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