Why was she to blame if people misread her letter to the editor?
She followed her yoga teacher's instructions to breathe slowly. The need to punch someone was lessening. Okay, she sighed. Okay.
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It wasn't the first time she'd been blamed for someone else's actions. Memories of being shamed made her body run cold. There was the time she stood up for a gay friend and Henry quit the club because of it. The rest blamed her – so they needed to find a new treasurer, didn't people appreciate the fact that Henry's reign of emotional blackmail had ended?
Why was she to blame if people misread her letter to the editor? She followed her yoga teacher's instructions to breathe slowly. The need to punch someone was lessening. Okay, she sighed. Okay. Comments are closed.
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"Classic"
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