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CHAPTER 16
SEBASTIAN
Claude told me that I did the right thing by letting her go.
I believed him. I believe him now, too. Admittedly, it's hard convincing myself that she's better off without me. I know it's selfish, but I'm selfish, especially when it comes to her. And when I told Sarah this, she explained my own reasoning to me: I'm used to it always being easy. I'm used to it always being black and white. Leslie was my first gray area, where it was more than sex.
It became everything else.
I accidentally told her how I felt, which was a stupid fucking mistake on my end; I retracted, which made everything worse
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