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Silence slices you open like a knife, I suppose. I think it dug a little deeper each time I never responded to his apologies, pleas, happy birthdays, merry Christmases, happy new years, “I hope the new boyfriend is treating you right” and the several essay-length handwritten letters. I was not coming back. Despite what may have occurred, that was not my choice and I know my own worth enough to look up with a high chin.