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There is a specific kind of quiet that falls over a neighborhood during the first real snow of winter. The kind where the streetlights cast a soft orange glow on the pavement, and the only sound is the muffled crunch of boots on ice. For most people, this silence is peaceful. For me—let’s call me Steph—it was the backdrop for a confession I had been holding onto for seven years.

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