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Page 83 of Open for Negotiation

The next evening, explodes with very angry, very upset text messages from Miranda that I promptly ignore.

Miranda: Max, I’m sorry.

Miranda: Don’t do this.

Miranda: Maxie.

Miranda: I need you.

Miranda: Don’t leave me.

Miranda: Don’t.

Miranda: Answer me, now!

Miranda: I’m so sorry.

Miranda: Please don’t hate me.

Miranda: Don’t be like everyone else.

The messages twist at the small part of my heart that still hurts for the broken, sick woman she is in her heart, but I can’t pity her anymore.

This has to end here.


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