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alcohol-fueled encounter. One she, in that other life, had foolishly hop
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it was all wrong, ye
ding. This was weeks
n, the betrayal, the vi
he wa
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e surprisingly steady. "I w
, a humorl
ur tactics? What is it this time? A bigger ring?
worst in her, twis
everything. Her dreams of astrophysics, her own identity, all laid at
ed Chloe.
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s not a tactic. I' m serious
something unreadable in his c
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for herself. To r
was watching her with a mixt
s was a game.
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hung
g. "What was that all
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