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clings to her curves like it was poured on. Tiny diamonds glint like constell

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ce watch her fall asleep beside me, her lashes

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u disappeared. No calls. No letters.

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my daug

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into the roo

now. Staring. Bleed

ches her chocolate, unaware that

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ers. "No money. No family.

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ask. "Why New York

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k, arms crossed. "Some fake nam

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meant to

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a loud, "Mommy, he's nice. Can

aughter, softening.

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