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We sit in silence for a moment, the weight of fifteen years hanging between us.
“What do you want from me?” I finally ask.
He shakes his head. “Nothing. I don’t deserve anything. I just wanted to say this in person before—” He stops, swallows. “Before too much more time passes. While I still can.”
I study his face, seeing the regret there, genuine and continue reading …
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