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night, I couldn’t even look at him.
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night, I couldn’t even look at him.
“You’ve been quiet all evening,” he said, brushing my hair back from my face. “Wedding jitters getting to you?”
I pulled away from his touch. “We need to talk.”
“That sounds ominous,” he laughed, but his eyes darted nervously around the room.
“I don’t think we should get married,” I said, the words tumbling out flat continue reading …
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