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An elderly woman across the aisle leaned forward.
“Excuse me,” she said sharply, “but did this man just admit to faking his own death at his wedding?”
Karl’s face darkened.
“This is private.”
“It stopped being private when you confessed on a bus,” she shot back.
A younger man behind us muttered, “His parents sound terrible, though.”
The old woman turned continue reading …
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