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quaintances, the pictur

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followed me

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shard of glass, embed

elt frozen

quieter corner, needi

, Liv' s friends

les were

, a woman named Tiffany whose father Jul

s. A shame about the

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oomed like a

tit

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whose name I didn' t k

inches from the grand marble foun

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rushe

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, then stepped forward, raisi

gaze swept the room, landing on me

, my love for her endures. We w

murs went thr

m. Pity, tinged w

st cement

supposed infidelity and hi

ground to swa

then, his express

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what people are sayin

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concern in his eyes, and felt no

was gone.

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ow this is hard. But once Liv has the baby, once t

lly beli

crucifixion, after this profound

he said, his voice sof

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s no goi

t stand

an," I said, my voi

." Not our home.

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I should stay with Liv. S

cou

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to come with me.

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as quiet, unno

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house, the silen

each one a reminder of a l

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and

just his.

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an to

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books. My perso

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elf from this spa

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doorway, his eyes

hat are yo

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