Stephanie Munguia

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While Luna relaxes against the pillows, Farrow pulls me to the side to talk privately, and the first thing I say is, “She doesn’t remember anything about me.” “She’s missing about three years?” “You know?” He keeps his voice low. “Man, she thought Declan just retired.”
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