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September 20, 2005

Stacy: Do Me A Favor

"I'm sorry," he said, without feeling.

She fought against the tears, determined not to let him see her broken, destroyed. She looked at him, really looked at him, as she hadn't done in years. And she saw how he'd subtly taken her free will, her much vaunted independence, turned them into his toys. All she'd done for the past two years was worry about how he viewed her, what he thought of her. With a shiver of near disgust she realized she hadn't had a thought that didn't include him for a very long time.

"Don't come back," she said.

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