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Prompt #3: Leaving

If he promised it would never happen again, she would stay.
If he quit drinking. If he stopped lying. 

If she promised never to tell anyone. If she ignored the red flags. If she believed the lies.

She packed up the children, loaded the car, called the dog from the yard, and drove away, leaving him and his broken promises behind. 


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