“You love him, don’t you?” Justine couldn’t answer past the lump in her throat. She concentrated on breathing and the tiny spider crawling on her ceiling. How appropriate. “Oh, Tina.” Florence hugged Justine’s arm even tighter. “This is exactly what I was afraid of.” “You did the right thing,” Mamie said on her other side. “Though I realize it’s little consolation at the moment.” “Eventually you’ll move on from this,” Florence said. “You shall meet someone else and Mulligan will be a distant memory.” The problem was Justine didn’t want anyone else. How could any man ever compare? Furthermore,
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