The Devil Wore a Wedding Ring

bout to ruin your life

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, sliding the papers closer,

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were still tender from last week's "accident" and your name was

. The end of everything. "What other choice do I have?" I said,

as evidence, the ones that made my stomach clench every time I looked at th

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that moment, would I

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