Six Months Pregnant: My Fiancé Buried Me

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n a daze, but only

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evening, her voice dripping with concern. She ran a perfec

lied, forcing a smile. "This

nt back to

ag and left. "Said she need

. "She didn't say goo

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ered eve

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ng, ambitious

t small game studio. My art, my concepts, th

he world. He pro

I saw those two pink lin

mbol of our lo

hed to

re-entered his life, a ghost from his high schoo

est, and his first words we

ispering poison in

with everyone, Jack. You kno

been a knife t

another piece of

me. He'd kil

ing me from his life, while

een called. No one

mily Jones had

e room one afternoon. He

ound, his face t

look at

to mask the sm

picking out new curta

much, don't you think, sweetie?" she

es empty. "Whatever

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