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Maggie Evans had a strength forged in the heat created by my own cruelty.  Since then, she has been my responsibility.  That has been my deepest shame and greatest triumph.

Today, I surrendered her to a madhouse.  Yes, this was Roxanne’s doing.  Why do I feel it was nevertheless mine?

Love takes many forms.  Romantic love is but one of them.

I thought I loved her as Josette.  I did not.

I will say here what I never had reason nor chance to say aloud:

I love you, Miss Margaret Evans.

Because of that, I beg you; never return the favor.

BC

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