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that.
Not really.
But later.
Later, he would need it.
He would need my screaming.
He would need my tears.
He would need my shaking hands.
He would need proof that I had lost control so he could pretend the problem was my reaction and not his betrayal.
So I gave him nothing.
No scream.
No slap.
No crying.
I walked to the lounge chair.
Vanessa whispered, “Please.continue reading …
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