His Billions Can't Buy Her Forgiveness Now

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hand and h

ed as I slid in

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like f

th, filling my lun

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rysler Building, the tower where Marcus lived-they all shrank un

ed the

arrived at the terminal, checked

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ridge, leaving New York

my seat.

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rain lashed against the plastic window, w

and against th

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hed through th

bulence stopped.

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sed m

a new world. No Marc

rs, the silence in my head wa

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over. The dream