The Caged Canary's Spectacular Comeback

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hattered my world: Autry was marrying Ca

dozer to rip up the rose garden my deceased father had planted, Autry stood on the pa

nding me a briefcase full of cash

he was my jailer. I left the money, discard

ut as J.B., a Pulitzer Prize-winning photographer with a di

in a car, staging a paparazzi photo to look like a

had leaked his own ex-fiancée's crimes to clear my na

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