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When I try to recount what was going through my mind in all this, I can think only of hot and cold—hot with anger, at Charlene, at Peter, at everyone in my life who had considered my opinions inconsequential, who had lied to me or ignored me or manipulated me for what they considered my own benefit. Hot to think of those who’d set out to do good on my behalf.
