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i hate you, d. with all the intensity of a daughter betrayed, because you saw more in the story than was true; because you showed it around, strutting with pride and importance when you told me you never would; because you lied to me.
i can't trust you again, ever. i can't talk to you again - about her, about myself, about anything at all. there is so much i want to know about her, but you will not be the one i will open up to, because you don't deserve it.
you filthy stinking coward, you liar, you hypocrite. i don't know how you dare to face me, i don't know how i dare to talk to you at all, but i do. it's the easiest way out, behaving like everything is normal. but i hate you, hate you like i hate nothing else.
someday, i hope that you will know what you did, and that you will drown in your guilt. you deserve it.
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