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FICKLE EMOTIONS
After our short make-out session in solitude, we headed towards the cabin to meet our ailing Philomena. I didn’t want to indulge in superficial acts of forgiveness. I knew I couldn’t forgive her. So, I planned on being indifferent instead. Emanuel, however, kept instructing me to be kind to her. “We’ll see about that when we get there,” I assured him, even when I knew I wasn’t planning on doing anything to make things right between Philomena and me. As he knocked on the cabin’s door, the same scene from our prior meeting was re-enacted before me. Philomena jumped into Emanuel’s arms and squeezed him while asking him if he was doing alright. I shot daggers through my eyes as I wanted her to leave him alone. Emanuel, on the other hand, was pretty affectionate towards her when he told
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