The Fixer's Secret: Taming My Husband

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said. Made

cup. He looked at her

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ared on his forehead.

top of her magazine. Is

eth. I'm fine. Just..

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was hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. It felt exactly lik

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gar. Maybe your stomach is sensitive to the roast? Or

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d out, collapsing onto the bott

picked up her wine glass. She took

raveling, fighting demons

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itchen, and rinsed the coffee

call 911, making sure her voice