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I smiled faintly. “I will.”
One by one, they filed out. The door clicked shut behind the last of them, and my apartment felt like it could breathe again.
I expected anger. What I felt was relief.
Behind me, Martha was stacking empty cups. “You handled that beautifully.”
“It was easier than I thought. For the first time, I wasn’t afraid of disappointing continue reading …
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