Aya Zickefoose

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This was Jack. Who he was. How he responded. It was why we were broken beyond repair. Because Jack wouldn’t ever stick around for the repair part. Something about brokenness scared the heck out of him. He wouldn’t face it like a man. Never had. And I knew this about him.
The Blooms That Broke Us (Tennessee Love Stories)
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