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know what I was doing.”
“You were nineteen,” I said. “I was sixteen. You were old enough to know what you were doing, and you did it anyway.”
“What can I do to make this right?”
“Read the letter I sent Mom and Dad. Follow the conditions. Then maybe in a year we’ll talk. Maybe.”
I got in my car and drove away.
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