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had been at the Bellamy Estate for fourteen years. He had seen broken bottles, stolen deposits, one runaway groom, two fist fights between fathers. He had never seen a bride’s own sister take scissors to a gown.
He looked at the room. He looked at me. He did not ask if I was okay.
He said: “Miss LeChance, I can pull keycard logs for the last seventy-two continue reading …
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