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My fingers hovered over the keyboard, my heart pressing against my ribs, urging me to type something different, something real. But honesty had never been our way—not in words, at least.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard, my heart pressing against my ribs, urging me to type something different, something real. But honesty had never been our way—not in words, at least.
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