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“And what about me?” I asked. “What do I get? I didn’t agree to be your lesson.
And I sure as heck didn’t agree for you to broadcast it to the world.”
Later that night, I lay in the guest room. Jess was beside me, curled on top of the comforter like she used to do in college.
“Are you okay, T?” she asked.
She reached over and took my hand, squeezing it gently.
“I’m so proud of you for standing your ground, Tara.”
I didn’t speak.
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