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“I get it but wouldn't you rather be alone and at peace than to be married to a man that won’t even allow you to be yourself?”
On the way to the meet-up, R. Kelly’s It Seems Like You’re Ready played on the radio, almost making me swerve my car off the road. That song always made me feel like I was having a heart attack. Quickly, I turned it off and decided to listen to the silence instead.
“Please stop lying. I have ample proof. There is no twin sister. It’s been you all along. They found this fake I.D. on you last night,” he said sliding over a driver’s license I had never seen before. The name read Lola Medford. Lola was what my uncle Charles used to call me when I was little and I always hated

