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Not dramatically.
Precisely.
Like hate had become a blade and found its exact shape.
“You are not responsible for making your mother feel chosen,” I said. “You are responsible for becoming yourself.”
Savannah swallowed.
“That sounds expensive.”
“It usually is.”
She laughed a little, but her eyes shone.
“I don’t want to end up like them,” she said.
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