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“Why?” I had said, though I knew he wasn’t listening. “Talk to me.”
“Why? Because, this was planned all along…”
“No, this isn’t true.” Tears now streaming down my face, I whispered, “you were supposed to be there for me and you were supposed to protect me. Tell me something, does it feel good to hurt someone?”

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