A dying woman deserves her last request: for you to come clean. A mutual friend introduced us, and I was instantly smitten. Not long after, you yelled at me in public and upset me so much I swore I was done with guys forever. When I ran into you last spring, you addressed me first and seemed more than interested. I was stupid to assume you'd matured. You chose to spread a vicious rumor, and now I am no longer able to go out without being harassed. Because of my illness, going out has been challenging. I have done you no harm, yet you are ruining the time I have left.
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