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leaned in then, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, her eyes, usually so sharp and direct, now holding a strange, almost pitying glint. Her scent, once sophisticated, now felt cloying, suffocating.
“He thought you might like it, too,” she said, her lips barely moving, her gaze flicking to my fiancé, who was now staring intently at the floor.continue reading …
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