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DAMIAN 

That dress wasn’t her.

That look in her eyes wasn’t her.

That discomfort wasn’t her.

My Monica didn’t dress like she was begging for attention. She didn’t cling to boys. She didn’t act like a doll hanging off some bastard’s arm.

She was doing it for one reason.

To get at me.

And I des...

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