More Than a Hillbilly Girl

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t like a piece of trash par

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in Louisville," she said, her voice soft. "He

ire house, my hands clasped nervously in my lap. I felt small an

didn't l

ers who looked like her clones. She was beautiful, dressed in expensi

atriarch' s daughter. I recogn

locked

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d. "I... I don' t

. "I saw you with Anthony. My fiancé. Meeting him in secret. You th

her father' s company. He was the one Mr. Fowl

I tried to explain. "Your father

kind of business would my father have with someone li

led, their eyes

," Madis