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The day I walked out of prison, snow was swirling all around. Seven years ago, I took the fall for my boyfriend's drunk driving accident so he could chase his dreams of stardom. He held me, crying, and promised he'd wait for me and marry me when I got out. But now, I was standing in Millennium Square, staring up at the massive billboard where he and my best friend were locked in a passionate kiss. He was the newly crowned Best Actor, and she was the hottest rising actress. Their movie, "The Seventh Year Waiting for You", was a nationwide sensation. It was a story about a man's unwavering devotion as he waits for his girlfriend to return from prison. The script for that movie was pieced together from the love letters I wrote to him while I was behind bars. Now, it stood as a monument to his love for someone else and the launchpad for his fame and fortune. His voice came through, impatient. "Who is this? Wrong number." Then, a text popped up from my best friend's number: [Let it go. He's the nation's heartthrob now, and you're just an ex-con with a record. You don't deserve him anymore. Take this 30 thousand dollars and stay out of our lives.]