The Replaced Lover's Thirty-Day Silent Escape

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night, and I stayed up the whole time changing her cold compresses until six this

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my voice ice-cold. "I don't have a

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't matter

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. "That designer bag you liked last month-I'll buy it for you, okay? If Vanc

epartment, Damian," I said in a detached, profession

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ed, my three best college friends dragged me to a cozy

against mine. "A three-year design fellowship at the École des Arts D

ed for Europe,

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beer, letting the bitter hop

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ed and roll

u saw in that cold robot. He treats you like a personal assistant.

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sked, her voice softer. "Ar

my glass, watching tiny bubbles rise

smiling calmly. "He ju

after midnight. The cold beer and my frie

he kitchen wall and rippe

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