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familiar script. I was the ungrateful one. The selfish one. The problem.
The heat that tried to rise in my chest hit something cold and solid and stopped. I realized with crystalline clarity that I was done playing my assigned role.
“You’re going to regret this,” I said quietly.
“Is that a threat?” my father demanded.
“It’s a fact.”
I hung up before he continue reading …
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