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Can I Handle the Truth?
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LanieErica nodded and fixed her gaze dead ahead on the road. We passed a sign that said Harrison was only fifteen more miles. I waited as Erica took a deep breath and then finally started talking. “You and Andrew are making this whole thing so much harder than it needs to be.”I nodded, and she took that as a sign to keep going.“All a relationship really takes is love, respect, and a willingness and eagerness to make it work. If that’s not there, then there is no point in fucking around and wasting time pursuing something that a few years down the road still won’t be what you want. Do you see where I’m going with this?”Unfortunately, I did.“Andrew is a good guy. You’re a great woman. And I know you both care deeply for each other. That much is super obvious. But neither of you are able to just sit down and come clean with all the things you want to figure out. It sucks, and it’s hard, and it will probably be a rough conversation, but at the end of the day, it will give you all the
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