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Gavin turned and walked back to his car without another word.
But this time, everyone had seen him for exactly who he was.
Later that evening, Darlene knocked on my door with a plate of homemade cookies.
“I can’t thank you enough,” she said.
“You don’t need to thank me. What he did was wrong. Someone needed to say it.”
She nodded, wiping her eyes.
“Most people wouldn’t have.”
“Then, most people need to do better.”
The post’s still up. I never took it down. And you know what?
I’m glad.
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