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“So you fill me full of pretty words and kiss me like your life depended on it, tell me to meet you, and then just disappear. Vanish from the earth. Without a note, a letter, a phone call---nothing. Just like your mom did to you." His whole face tightened on that one, and Sidney feared she'd gone too far, but there was no going back now. "So, what, you were just paying that forward?" "That's a low blow," he said, his voice gruff. "Well, that's what you shoveled out to me that night," she said. "And now---" Sidney laughed and raked her hair back. "Now I find out that before you ditched me, you actually watched me in my worst, most vulnerable moment ever. You watched me cry over you before you disappeared." She pointed at him. "You, sir, are a piece of work.”

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The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine

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