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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