His Regret, My Freedom
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a day promising peace, as I revi
ed with his name: Eth
ice cold and distant, "W
er" legitimate statu
my voice flat, "Okay.
, after arranging for his lawyer to
nd, exploded, "That son of a bitch! A
couldn't feel, my own
an' legitimate status," I recite
s and sue him for every pen
tired smile touching my li
kind of si
looking at my perfect blueprin