“I didn’t tell you something the other night,” I finally blurt out. She lifts a brow in interest. “Well, I didn’t tell you a lot of things, but the biggest one is that even though I am mad at myself, I am so proud of you.” She opens the door fully, leaning on the doorframe to listen. “I am so proud of you for taking care of everything you did these last handful of years. I fucked up. We both know that now, and I am so sorry. I’ll never be able to say that enough. I’d offer to start over with you, but I’m afraid if we do that, you’d end up introducing yourself again and I feel like twice in a
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