Love, Loss, and Vengeful Hearts

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to choke out, the words tearing a

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room is soundproofed. The temperature inside... with the servers running, it gets extrem

d flying to her mout

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handbag. You need to learn a lesson. It wasn't a c

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her crying, but it was all distant,

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. My thumb hovered

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e said, his irritation growing. "I'll de

he hospital corridor. "Our son is dead! He died in

ame on the line

h condescension. "Mark is very stressed. We're in the middle of a

was choking on my

ne. "Just hang up on her, baby. She's crazy. We can deal with h

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block

locked my number to avoid ruin

red onto the floor. The last bit of stren