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on't you dare speak ill of your sick fa
with false concern, "Yes, Sarah, tha
inside m
er, grief, and betrayal
er!" I screamed, pointing at Jessic
front of Jessi
professional. I could file a complaint with you
aseless, but his
triumphantly f
ed the latter part of the
you and Ms. Evans leave now.
es looked at me, her eye
ng with the Corps, Sarah. It
back to the house M
I cleared it of
hs, anything that reminde
t held sentimental value from my
w, stripped bare, mu
of the kitchen counter,
divorce
or the last time, I
appy announcements about the "upcoming arr
latest post, a pic
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r, blocked his profiles,
licked shu