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Chapter 84: What Filing Means

Author: Oby Jennifer
last update publish date: 2026-06-06 13:55:54

I had been avoiding these thoughts for months. I avoided it deliberately, because I knew that once I let certain ideas run all the way through, they would stay with me forever.

So I kept pushing the thoughts aside. I told myself the timing was not right. The extra reviews were not finished, I needed to be careful with the next steps. Sometimes I just refused to follow the idea at all. I stayed busy with other parts of the work instead.

Today I stopped avoiding it. I followed the whole sequence
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