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“I'm thinking the only way to show I've really changed is for that guy to be Justin." My foot hits the brake, and I swerve to avoid hitting the curb. Waving a hand at the pissed-off driver behind me, I shake my head and clutch the wheel with both fists. "Aly, you can do a hell of a lot better than Justin." Her voice pitches in confusion. "But I thought Justin was your friend." "He is." I take a breath and change lanes. "Which is how I know you can do a lot better.”

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Book:The Fine Art of Pretending
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