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right to judge your reaction.
I looked at him.
Then at Vanessa.
Then at the clothes.
Then at the kitchen door.
For a moment, rage moved through me so fast I almost saw red.
I imagined throwing his keys over the fence.
I imagined ripping her sundress in half.
I imagined screaming loud enough for the whole subdivision to hear.
Then I stopped.
Because he wanted continue reading …
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