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ght, it

apartment, phone in hand,

morrow? I want to

ered. Instead, it clench

. Not for confessions. Not when my past

my door s

en I opened it, the familiar face o

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me exactly why ma

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ng closer. "We ended ba

, the manipulation, the way he shattered

," I said, keepin

e was the same as always - charm

my phone buzzed - anoth

rward to tomorrow.

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. The terrifying possibi

ections - the fear of repeating history...

the door

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