He Faked Amnesia To Break Our Vows

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d tied me to him for seven

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from behind

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the police when you got in

hand as she took her last breath be

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can have the fake memory loss. You can ha

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bench beside him. It hit the gr

ce of paper from my pocket.

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on my arm. It would

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