“I don’t hate you. I love you. And I forgive you.” She rolls up her window. “You don’t need to say anything. But you should know that I forgive you.” I’m not sure if it’s true. It feels true. It also feels transient. Like I want to add the caveat that I reserve the right to change my mind. “Thanks, baby,” Her reaction is mild, like I just offered her a mint.”
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