The Fake Foolish Bride's Secret Comeback

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dropped her jaw slightly and widened her eyes,

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thumb into her mouth and stared at t

out of the oversized hospital gown and

down the gra

wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. A

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of the boutique were shoved open. The

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bit her red lips, the humi

looking for an em

on the gap in th

lar pedestal, half-zipped int

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gh the curtains, shoving a

inches from

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, her voice dripping with venom. "

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shaking. It fue

of Clara's upper arm. She dug her sharp, acryli

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of her throat. It was deafening. It shat

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