The Scapegoat Fiancée: I Am No Substitute

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to the corner where Alessia's meage

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are floorboards, I saw them

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ad been obliterated

d through the glossy paper, e

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remains of the sketchbook, turning on my heel. I ran d

tartled, as I burst

ated photos onto the coffee table. "Lo

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"There are scorch marks by the bed. She didn't just want to send A

ered, her face pale.

less. "One is a sister.

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