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It wasn’t just sex. It never had been with Franchesca. He loved watching her. He loved their late-night calls to catch up. He loved knowing he was going to see her and enjoying that painful edge of anticipation. He loved… her. The thought echoed in his head, resonating like the chime of a bell. Resonating like the truth.
The Worst Best Man
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