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So of course the second I peeled out of the driveway, horn blaring, he started finally wrapping things up.

And I'm sure when he gets to the car, he'll tell me he's sorry.

Just like he was sorry the last time, and the time before that.

You know what sorry does for me? It fuсks up my blood sugar. It tries to kill me.

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