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knew exactly what my mother had drilled into her head-that Camille had married above her

ng the wedding ring on my left hand. "Spit it out. What are you

t a fashion show in Paris, Dad's out of the country, and Grandma's not fee

go. She lives off your money and doesn't do

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ourself," I

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voice broke with worry. "How badly is that bastard Courtney Trevino working you? T

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er arm, my head throbbing from

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Boston sports circle would know I had cancer within half a day. W

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