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he’d never once directed at me. Jarred perched on the sofa’s arm, his hand possessively on her shoulder. They looked like a magazine spread: The Perfect Successful Family. And I was the smudge they wished they could Photoshop out.
Rachel noticed me standing there and her eyes lit up with predatory glee. “Oh good, you’re still here. I was worried you’d continue reading …
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