I sit down, hands still shaking, still rehearsing what I should have said, what I did say, what he said. I'm already crying and I'm mad about that. I kind of wished that he could get a good look at me, crying and angry, wrapped up in my bathrobe on the front porch. Instead, he just got to see me scared and confused, wrapped up in my bathrobe on
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You kicked ass!
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