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“I forgive you, Cohen. You are

your greatest enemy. You always have

been, but I am not holding on to any

more hatred or anger.”

He stands and walks over to the

kitchen counter. “I’ve decided to get some

help. There’s shit I haven’t worked

through. I need to. If I’m going to be a

father to those girls.” He hands me a

brown envelope. “I’ve signed it.”