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a kind of understanding I’d never seen in anyone’s eyes before. Not sympathy. Recognition.
“I know exactly what this feels like,” she said. “The disbelief, the shame, the way your mind keeps trying to rewrite the truth because the truth is too big.”
My eyes burned.
“I promised Langston if you ever needed me, I’d be here,” she continued. “So yes. I’m continue reading …
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