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into the kitchen, wearing a silk robe ove
he asked, her voice
," Brendon replied, raisi
led a glass with water. "No than
nice," he
d as she swallowed. The way a single drop of water e
?" she aske
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erything you used to hate. She's shallow, she's obsesse
his chair. "That's ex
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on said. "But it didn't wor
d over to the table and sat across
w," he
it's toxic. We're just going to keep hurt
," Brendo
. No more 'I'm sorrys.' No more explaining. We just coexist until
he'd built around herself, and he knew h
"A pact. No pas
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ght, Br
ight,
ng the small, silver necklace he'd given her for her eighteenth bi
't throw
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