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She was going to thrive

Nope. Not going to happen. No way. No how. No ifs or buts. No tantrums. No lies. No giving in. No budging. No crocodile tears. No time. No. Nope.

No.

She would keep repeating herself until she finally listened to herself. No more. She was no punching bag. She was going to thrive.

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