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sins are over.”
Silence.
Finally, the man with the comb-over sighed.
“What do you propose we do instead?” he asked.
“Build something worth being proud of,” I said. “For once.”
At home, life shrank and expanded at the same time.
Madison started at a small neighborhood school under an assumed last name to keep reporters away. She met with a therapist twice continue reading …
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