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... elf seated here again, in this office that feels both mine and foreign—like a crown placed upon my head that I had not quite asked for, yet must wear with poise. It has been a week since Laura’s wedding, and my father still insists on "helping out," as though his presence alone could shield me from the world’s rough edges. Perhaps, in his mind, I remain fragile—a delicate ornament tucked behind glass because I was once blind. But I am no longer that woman, though I wear the façade like a well-ta ...
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