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“Guilty. But you did it without complaining. And today, when Linda actually stepped on this stage, I realized it wasn’t just a stroke of luck, it was the sum of all that stubborn faith you kept pouring in.”
Brent folded his arms, nodding. Sammy muttered, “Worth every paper cut.”
I took a breath, letting the quiet around us settle. “There were moments I doubted we deserved to call ourselves a book club. I wondered if this festival was too ambitious, if we were just jobless students with posters. And yet here we are. Hundreds came, the panels ran smoothly. Linda Lively spoke about ignoring what the world would say and left half the audience in tears. That doesn’t happen by accident or coincide
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