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to find out.” Then she walked past me and out the door.
I stood there staring at the fake in my palm.
The game had changed. Ellie wasn’t just angry. She was strategic. Vindictive. Dangerous.
The next morning, a letter arrived with no return address. One sentence in thick black ink inside: “Next time, it won’t just be a ring.”
I stared at it for a long continue reading …
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