Forgiveness Tastes Like Venom
- M. J. Padgett
- Jun 28, 2022
- 6 min read
I knew it was a mistake the moment I hit send, but I couldn’t take it back. It was a defining moment for me, for my relationship with Noah, and for the dynamic of our group. The end of our friendship had shaken me to the core, but he never said a word. Days passed, but he didn’t call, text, or visit. I would have settled for a telegram, but nothing ever came.
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