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I’m tired of being cold. I’m tired of collection calls. I’m tired of smelling like gas station soap.”
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I’m tired of being cold. I’m tired of collection calls. I’m tired of smelling like gas station soap.”
“Damon, that’s not a marriage.”
Two weeks before the courthouse wedding, Evie slid a folder across her kitchen table.
“Lonely doesn’t mean careless.”
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