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sadness. Her hands, gnarled with age, fidgeted with her coffee cup. “I… I’m so sorry,” she choked out, tears already streaming down her face. “I’ve regretted it every single day of my life. I was selfish, so incredibly weak.” My face remained a mask. The rage, dormant for so long, began to simmer. Regret doesn’t change anything. “Why now?” I finally continue reading …
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