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in waves, standing in my own kitchen at 2 in the morning, looking at documents that erase 19 years.
But I hadn’t signed because I gave up. I had signed because I had already started.
Let me go back to the beginning. The real beginning, not the one Daniel had scripted. Two weeks after I saw him in that conference room, I called Karen, not to cry, to ask continue reading …
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