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They said not to burn bridges, and so she lit those motherfuckers up and let them burn to the ground. She smiled, knowing the parents and the sisters no longer how power over her. She renounced their shit that had spilled over onto her, grabbed some popcorn, and watched the bridges be reduced to ash. The parents and sisters could go on with their lives and she could be free.

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MaryClare StFrancis
MaryClare StFrancis

Written by MaryClare StFrancis

I write memoir, nonfiction essays, and poetry

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