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the most honest thing he had said to me in years. Maybe ever.
“I didn’t want you to fail,” I said.
“I know that now.”
“You knew it then.”
He flinched a little. “Fair.” He deserved that one.
A man in a golf shirt walked past us carrying a waffle from the breakfast bar. And for some reason, that ordinary little detail kept me from crying.
Ben leaned back in continue reading …
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