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the other end
to come to Co
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for my phone again, hands shak
old family debts, how we were barely scraping by. My carpentry, her job, it was never e
you've reached Kate. I'm at a critical le
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voice cracking. "It's Et
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Kate. Etha
e was reading lines. "Look, Mike, I... I can't just leave. Thi
felt she owed something huge to, something about him "saving" her in h
hung
t of the hospital.
my phone, a meaningless habit. An Instagram story popped u
osh. They were at a fancy vineyard, crystal glasses in hand. Josh, smug a
h's bright future! What a sen
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