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I will cook dinner and drive to appointments you schedule. I will not carry this alone anymore.”
Melissa’s face went white. My mother put her hand over her mouth. Tyler shouted that he hated me. I took the hit. I have taken worse in rooms that smelled like bleach and fear.
“Say you’re sorry,” my mother hissed.
“No,” I said calmly. “I’m done apologizing continue reading …
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