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I turned toward him. “You had your chance. In the car.”
“I told you I was sorry.”
“No,” I said. “You told me you were stressed.”
He pushed his hand through his hair in the way he did when he wanted to seem exasperated with unreasonable behavior. “Alright. I’m sorry. Genuinely. But calling the police, bringing lawyers, trying to cut me off from my own continue reading …
