What It Takes To Mend A Broken Heart

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engaged. He told me this "situation" ne

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us caress. "It's for the best, darling. You wo

ential downpour, their words echoing in the roaring silence of my mind. The

ch, stealing my breath. I clutched myself,

, the profound shock, it was all too much. I was losing th

air of expensive, well-made leather shoes stopping in the puddle

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