My Wife, The Butcher

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me doctor, her voice a lo

he skin grafts, I want yo

rs. Clark, that' s highly irregu

d. "Just list it as a necessary procedure due to pelvic

tions were so inconvenient. Two of them. It took a toll on my body.

d told me they were miscarriages, ectopic pregnanc

ing for our lost babies. She had

her show for me.

d that felt like a spider. "Don' t you worry. I' ll be your s

o a bowl for me, I saw her carefully setting aside the largest pieces

g me the watery remains. "The rest... it' s f

ned. I knew who

tone I' d never heard before. Her face lit up. She sna

go, Ethan. A

liquid splashed across the fresh dressings on

lready out the door, the container of

in and the inside out. My own phone, t

o. From an un

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luxury apartment, wrapped in each other' s arms. He kissed her, a de

owed immedi

kidney disease. Nicole knew. She' s been 'raising' you for five years. The perfect diet, the no-smoking r

just crack. It

Texas, his voice a lifeline in t

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