The Exchange

She sat at the fringe, staring at her own toes, wondered how it had come to this.

They warned me, she thought. They warned me.

Stand up and just go. Go across. You can do it. These familiar words of self-encouragement lingered.

Or, go back and apologize. Tell them they were right. You’ll recover from that. You always do.

How had it come to this?

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