The best you can hope for is moving somewhere it doesn't happen. And when you get there, you start over. And you meet new people, and slowly over time, you make new friends. And someday, many years from now, maybe you talk about it, maybe you don't.
You probably never will. Or if you do, you write about it in the press.
Because the vast majority of people don't like being around people who things happen to.
You're a waitress in a cafe. YOu're one of those people. YOu're Maggie.
I knew a Maggie. She was a really great vet tech. The best. REally horrible ex-boyfriend. Stalker. The whole bad deal. The victim somehow gets sent into exile.
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