The Moment I Broke Off the Engagement, My Ex's Uncle Claimed Me

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and looked

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table, sending a faint sp

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rose to

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sound was sh

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d money, instantly became a pile of useless scraps.

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slowly, my voice perfectly calm. "To me, he

me as if I had

hought better of it and hur

fell quie

y grandmother's black

t me live in peace,

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