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The schedule had been tight that day. Way too many things had to be attended to with very little transition time in between. I sat and wrote out the back-up line of 1/2 hour increments trying to figure out where to be when and what to have with me. My brain just wanted to go
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“You are so condescending!” She ripped into me as I tried to set my boundaries on her power moves of questioning me when I did something with other people instead of her. She was one of my dearest friends. I had told her just about everything. Deepest secretive vulnerabilities that if she told, I would
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