The Mafia Don's Woman

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ore comfortable, clutching t

ually followed him to lunch. Was I tha

remembered

on the floor, reaching my hand

d on the floor an

hings connected to my birth. They weren'

ves and began to take o

floral designs. One edge was scorched, either by f

a shaker, still

shoes. Size 10. I still couldn't understand

wristwatch, with th

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ere back. I hastily threw everything into the box and kic

when a slap landed on my still healing cheeks, and