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opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again with something that was trying to become an explanation. “Olivia, I know this looks bad, but there are things you don’t understand about what’s been going on with Rachel. It’s complicated.”
“I read your messages,” I said.
He went still.
“I know what you called me in them,” I said. “I know what she called me.continue reading …
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