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My parents treated me like a servant. 1 day before…

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tonight,” I said. “I’m tired. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

I picked up my suitcase and started toward the stairs.

“Mary, please,” Khloe said. “I just want to—”

“Tomorrow, Khloe.”

I went to my room and closed the door. They stood there, not knowing what to do with a version of me that set boundaries.

I unpacked that night, hung the gala dress back in my closet continue reading …

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