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very quiet in that moment.
Making My Decision
I realized this wasn’t just a misunderstanding or miscommunication. This was a deliberate choice she had made again and again.
She expected me to accept it simply because I lived under her roof.
I took a deep breath and made my choice.
“Fine,” I said clearly. “I’m leaving then.”
Daria’s lips curled into a satisfied continue reading …
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