No Pity For The Man Who Broke Me

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for that 'crisis' Chloe

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is work, or her

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pletely out of his depth at

to scam him, and I stepp

like I was some

up every night, a

n rich boys looking f

the awful, waxy kind, as his pathetic apology whene

ael about i

done.' If you ever want out, just leav

my hand, his

rah. We're

be a lot shorter, and a lo