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, Gabby? A li

silk blouse from the suitcase

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ept folding my clothes, placin

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nto the bed. "It was a stupid mistake. Are you really going

ked over to my purse and pulled out the folded document

asked, snatching

anned the first page, and a slow, a

pers? Are y

as the laugh he used in debates when his

otten who you are? Who I am? I saved you. I to

expensive apartment, the one

you can jus

sh, ripped them in half, then in half again, let

s nonsense. The wedding is in tw

man I once loved, the boy I grew up with in the foster home, was gone. In his place

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. It seems you've already d

by a flash of cold fury. He took a step towar

ay from everything. The Scott family. The money. The connections

y. To beg. To back d

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