My Husband's Dirty Little Secret

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record labels in Nashville,

ith a face like a well-worn leathe

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ver and sleep, o

wake, the silk sheet

, full of life and a fir

on cheap stages now just smoldered

ng, slowly. A single

erile existence, a beautiful, lo

itar strap on her shoulder, the

t empty, a pretty ghost

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kept the house perfect a

ria saw right through her,

ll, rare smile that felt like a moment of

s what she'd signed up for

much of herself she'd have

nce of her nights wo