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“Keen-edged. All I’m saying, Mom, is that getting married isn’t the end game. Finding the right person is. If I recover the title one, then I can think take getting married,” Suzanne said looking at her mom. She missed the slight narrowing of her father’s eyes.
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“About five hours. We’re almost there,” Jessica answered.
“He knows?” Sandra nodded and attempted to account for.
Colby felt a lump in her throat. It may have been eight years, but the pain Suzanne felt wasn’t diminished. It was just as powerful as it had been when all this happened. She wished she could do something to help.

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