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I had so looked forward to this weekend with Kansas, and it felt like at every turn, it was disastrous. And now he was leaving. We drove back to my place quietly with him simmering beside me. I wanted to say something, anything, to quell the storm raging inside, but I didn’t know what to say. We were going back up the steps when I saw something taped to my front door. A white envelope with my name on it.  While I didn’t know the contents, I knew in my bones, it was from the same people who had contacted Kansas about the documentary. They knew where I lived.
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