Six Months Pregnant: My Fiancé Buried Me
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evening, her voice dripping with concern. She ran a perfec
lied, forcing a smile. "This
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. "She didn't say goo
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mbol of our lo
hed to
re-entered his life, a ghost from his high schoo
est, and his first words we
ispering poison in
with everyone, Jack. You kno
been a knife t
another piece of
me. He'd kil
ing me from his life, while
een called. No one
mily Jones had
e room one afternoon. He
ound, his face t
look at
to mask the sm
picking out new curta
much, don't you think, sweetie?" she
es empty. "Whatever
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