What about my letters?

What about my letters?

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"What about my letters?!" I hit the floor and glare at him through my tears. "Did they not mean something to you?!" He scoffs and looks down at me, "Whitney, those letters were garbage long before I met you." And with that he puts his wedding ring on the end table, picking up his last bag and walking out the door.
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I sat at the bottom of the at the rounded table. His eyes were on me, like a moth to a flame. I stood up and ran out of the room and down a dark corridor. I got to a door and fumbled with the handle. Next I knew I pushed up against it harshly. "Your're not running this time, Princess"

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