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One time I stood up to you.

I can't drop everything and leave, I said. I have...school.

It can't be that far away, you reasoned suavely, your smooth voice weaving its way around me like a threaded blanket.

It is, I said strongly. I live in Wisconsin. New York is far away.

You told me you had to go.

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