apy. The doctors were grim. I might hold a pick again, but complex
eb worked for. I couldn't stand seeing them, seeing him. I packed my things from my sm
, independent rival. Not as a performer,
o pick up my last check. As I walked down the hall,
a love song. You're supposed to
, her hand on his shoulder, her expression intense. The sa
nutes later and saw m
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"I have a job for you. I need
t her, dis
ite a love song fo
keted as his song for me. The publicity will be huge. You
in, my talent, to fuel their fake romance
g inside
My voice was hol
ng I would ever write about my love for Chloe
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