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Guilty feelings can be boxed up, but life has a way of jostling them free. For some they leak out slowly, seeping into the deep crevices of your conscience, haunting your dreams until you die. For others, they build up like steam in a pressure cooker, threatening to blow you wide open. This was not going to go away. The only unknown was who was going to slow rot, and who was going to explode.
