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harder one,” she said quietly, “is that some days I miss him, and other days I feel relieved he can’t make one more decision inside my life. Then I hate myself for both.”
Silven did not rush to comfort.
“That sounds normal.”
“No,” Lenora snapped. “It sounds ugly.”
“Ugly and normal are not the same thing.”
The sentence sat between them.
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