"It's my own fault. An awful memory I was forced to share preceded something more awful." She bite her lip, staring down at the ground and carefully starting to make her way down the mountain. She doesn't want to cry here and she probably will if this conversation continues this way.
"So I talked to Nita about it, I needed to tell someone. And I picked her because she told me something awful she did. It was fair."
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"So I talked to Nita about it, I needed to tell someone. And I picked her because she told me something awful she did. It was fair."