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Ellen sat in the car watching her mom's gate from across the road; unfortunately, she had come here filled with rage, but now that it was time to go and confront her mother, she feared that she would not be able to do it. She feared that if she managed to do it, her mother would find a way to wiggle her way out of this unharmed. She feared that her mother would not be remorseful; she feared that her mother would not see the wrong she had done. She had so much to worry about that it made her weak; she felt as though she could not take a step forward. She hated that her mother thought so little of her. He saw her as a tool to climb taller and taller. She did not regard her feelings even just a bit, and it hurt so bad she wanted to fight back. She knew that fighting back was useless because
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