A Bitter Pill Called Regret
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I found myself at the
fening, the smell o
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card said "Gus
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a small smile touching my lips for th
skittish, but he leaned into my t
mall, warm comfort in the
e medical bills were already looming, I
ent short, low budget,
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emanding and preeni
ide, doting and att
he was involved,
his eyes before he turned back to S
iting console, the click of the keyboar
ler sauntered over,
ping with false sweetness. "Marcus has told
loser, her e
hame. He needs someone with energy,
precise, desi
start behind my eyes, a wa
needing air, needing to escape the suffoca
s a bitter pill, s
when I got home, his
n his fur, the onl
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