My Husband Ruined My Face

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insisted I attend ou

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er chatting with some classmates. "How are things with Bella?

rying a hint of impatience. "I can'

way, my body trembl

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ut to leave, I sa

e, but my expression must have alarmed her. "Bella, are you feeling

arm. "Maybe it's just the smell he

from my brow and neck, for

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