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you chose not to.”
“Can we fix this?”
“Maybe. But I don’t trust you yet. Trust takes time.”
Khloe started crying, reached for my hand. I let her hold it for a moment, then pulled away gently.
“I love you, Khloe, but I don’t trust you. And I need you to understand those are two different things.”
My father hadn’t said anything the whole time. Finally, he continue reading …
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