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10am already , but she still sat , eagerly , waiting for Authur to come back home . It was the usual thing she always did , ever since they were together as lovers on high school , and those times , he would come , h
ed a the way to their large parlor , only to be met by the angry and ferocious eyes of Author as he yelled , get away you bitch ! You gold digger ! , before he slowly but very miserably crawled into h
her to express his anger, which he seemed to do most times . That did not stop him from fooling around though, as news of him and his mistress , Cecelia , her once best friend in high school , was something that never failed to show in the news everyday , it was like the reporters just wanted to see her broken , completely without any traces of repair . Cecelia had be