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... ck, but I still pressed it to my ear, as if I could somehow reach through the silence and take back everything I’d done. Diane’s words echoed in my head, each one a knife twisting deeper into my chest.
"I pray you die in hell, you backstabbing bitch!"
A sob escaped my lips as I finally lowered the phone. The truth of her words cut through me, sharper than any blade. I had brought this upon myself. Every bit of her hatred was deserved.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I slapped m ...
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