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“And you let me believe I was funding your life.”
“I know.”
Not denial.
Not defense.
Inside the envelope was a handwritten letter.
How lonely she felt.
How she couldn’t bear the idea of begging her child for time.

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“And you let me believe I was funding your life.”
“I know.”
Not denial.
Not defense.
Inside the envelope was a handwritten letter.
How lonely she felt.
How she couldn’t bear the idea of begging her child for time.

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