My Fiancee's Vengeance

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m ninety-nine

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onto the bull, ready

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loding with pain, hearing a

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run not to me, but straight to

ed, "That new rope

presented my dream prize,

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of cruelty, diverting med

I overheard her call, "Marry him? Oh, honey, please. The plan

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my chest, burnt by We

my professional career

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at a dusty, uns

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a cast. My ride was the p

at was mine, Bree appeared,