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Fallon
“You’re what?” Corinne shrieked. She shot up from the sofa in a flash, nearly spilling her wine. “I’m… I’m going on a date,” I admitted.
After my father left last night, I cleared the table and left the dishes unwashed in the sink. I headed to bed, but my eye lids felt like sticker paper. I ...
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