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I had no interest in listening to his excuses any longer. It was over, plain and simple. It had probably been headed this way for quite some time, and there was certainly no looking back. I was ready to move on with my life and find someone who would treat me like I deserved.
She was always on guard. She never let anyone see her true self. Nobody could get too close. If she let anyone in, they might have the ability to hurt her.
She walked outside and sat down on the steps. They were old, and painted green. There were flicks of paint coming up all over, and it looked like it was a poor paint job to begin with. But still, they were a comfort.
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