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t so disguste

ant? F

lls

working instead of downing my third glass of alcohol but that bitch

could do was curse under my breath and gulp more chugs a

aking, it wasn't any of my business thinking back to that night but Olivia was shaping up

She hadn't

t it to be true. What if there was a slight chance that she was pregnant with a child, wit

the bridge of my nose, the weight

ings that she could say to me,

should be as

came from her words and as hours passed, it continued to h

treated people daily, sh

n my chest and thought. I needed to take care of thi

he question. I needed to find out some oth

tton connecting me to my secr

onio?" She answer

ing there is to know about her, from where she lives to where she works, who she's fucked, who she talks to, and

. Mr. A

Go

off and leaned

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