Too Late, Mr. Don: Your Wife Erased You

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ring symbol of Brendan's power and my bondage. Now, it w

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erie shop, pirouetting in a sheer silk robe. She

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mbs, cooling my blood. It was better than pain. Nu

hud of the front door e

ression and went

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a glass across the wet b

sked, slipping effor

down there personally to oversee the patch. Y

said it. He didn't even blink. The li

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lad,"

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softly, stepping closer to fi

fast-a claim of owner

f his car disappeared down the

spine of the false book on the shelf, hearing the

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her. He had simply gotten bored of playing house

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every bribe, every murder authoriza

ving. I was takin

ispered to the humming room, w

burning the house