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hands gripped the steering wheel tight.

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father is pushing hard. The board is nervous. We

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ively. "And... I thought you had moved on.

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father sent that tex

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lvet box. She had been carrying it for months, waiting for

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said. "And I don't want anything

ce cracking. "I still care about you. If

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said, staring straight ahead. "That'

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on. She's locking you down because she knows the trust fund

of the estate grounds. It was a desolate co

d her seatbelt.

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d. "Let me set you up in a h

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the girl he used to know. But sh

cked th

was falling harder now, soaking her coat insta

of a tie, a final, painful cut. The sound of her suitcas

oward the bus shelter, her head held high,