The Ghost Surgeon: My Ruthless Ex's Obsession

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slipped from her finger

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lice matron. Also, the bill for the rug

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assive, overwhelming wave of

box, and tossed it into a trash can

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me back. I'

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on the first rin

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Mr. Bowen over your broken engagement?" a repor

r shoulder to shove past a cameraman

sitting on a wooden bench like

nose. His eye was slightly

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im. "Drop the charges. Yo

"He's nineteen, Bronwyn. He's an adult in

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r. He smelled of expen

nings leaned down, his voice dropping to a w

nnings smiled. "Sign the N