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Dallas steakhouse, anticipating our future. Instead, I walked i
riend, Wesley, the man who supposedly owned her debt. My for
ng Wesley' s hand, casually stated, "It' s fine. I' ll just sign another IOU
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never happened-a narrative Wesley had twisted years ago after a caving accide
the one I crippled myself for, orchestrate such a monstrous betrayal? T
trous lie consume me. I turned to walk away, but then I stopped. I
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