“Once we started seeing each other, I said ‘I love you’ to him in my head a hundred times a day. I knew he was married but I didn’t care. I just wanted to make him happy. So I dressed up like a little princess even though it’s not my style, you ever done that?” “Sure,” Vivian admitted, recalling a year she wore pink. “That’s what girls do, right?” Linda laughed. Vivian shifted in the cheap armchair. She didn’t like to think about it that way. “And I’d bring him other girls and watch him be with them. Then he started strangling me, sometimes with his bare hands, and once with a phone cord. He’d
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