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Cohen bursts through the door, and
rushes over to me, pulling me into his
arms. I let him smother me because I
know he needs comfort more than I do.
He's the outsider looking in. He's tried
calling me every single day since he found
out I knew. He bombards my mailbox in
the hopes that I'll talk to him. I don't
want or need an apology, not now, nor
ever. If you love someone, you don't
break their hearts. Your love won't let
