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
. He expected me to f
eye and posted a selfie
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on until the breaking news alert on m
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uck me like a
This saves lives.
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ook back a
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