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Entry 8: Nest
I pictured the sun shining in the window, as I curled up on the couch with a book, sitting on my patio with a glass of wine as the sun slowly set, and going to bed at night and not having to worry about being touched by a man I didn't love. There was nothing I wanted more.
Oct 25, 20254 min read
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