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be that petty.”
“Watch me.”
I stood up and gathered my purse.
“You wanted to know what I created?”
I looked at them—at their champagne, their expectation, their certainty that I would always fold.
“I created boundaries,” I said. “Starting now.”
“Sit down,” my father commanded. “We are not finished discussing this.”
“Yes,” I said, “we are.”
“I’m going back continue reading …
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