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is a mistake,” he said at the door. “You’re going to regret this. You think you can make it without me? You’re nothing without me, Clara. Nothing.”
“I was something before I met you,” I said quietly. “I’ll be something after you’re gone.”
Ryan left that night with his duffel bag and his bruised ego, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the framed continue reading …
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