Breaking the Prophecy

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uilt a life, piece by piece, and now we were engaged, a sm

, a few close friends, and Pastor Thorne, who made it his business to "bless"

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through me, c

his eyes widened for a spli

nd, a forced reassu

s," he announced to the room

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ff later, telling me it was

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n, the dread that had been a cold

l," I whispered, "Her words

fears with logic, but the shadow of Dad' s death,