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“Susanna, I'm not exactly sure how to begin. Where to start. I know I was in the wrong by not telling you sooner, but I was in an incredibly tight spot." She crooked her brow. "I'm still in an incredibly tight spot?" She nodded.”

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Under a Falling Star

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