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2½ years later Exiting the building of her therapists office,Sage pulled on her shades to cover her eyes from the bright sun. The wind blew past her, making her hair blow. She slipped on her long black coat, shielding herself from the brisk cold air as she started to walk down the sidewalk. Her phone rang and a familiar number appeared on her phone. The jail house. "Jamie?" "Hey Sage, wassup?" He mumbled, scratching his head. This wasn't the first time he called but it was the first time Sage had answered. In her past therapy session, Sage expressed how she felt through her entire situation. From being walked all over to feeling alone, even when being with Kareem. She was told forgiving someone doesn't mean they walk all over you. Forgiving someone is for yourself, it helps you liv
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