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guilt sounds like when it finally wakes up.
I don’t expect you to forgive me.
But I hope one day Madison will know I tried to be better at the end than I was at the beginning.
Love,
Court
I kept those letters in a different folder.
Not evidence.
Something like hope.
On the morning of the first gala for the Madison Fund, I stood in front of a mirror in my room,continue reading …
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