The Inmate

by Freida McFadden

I don’t quite understand how you can love somebody so much, yet so frequently want to throttle them.

Me to my cat when she misbehaves

I never saw the face of the man who tried to kill me. The power was out that night and everything was pitch black. But I knew Shane very well. I knew the feel of his body. The smell of him. I knew it was him. It had to be.

Tim forsure

“Well, why not?” She blinks at me. “Is he ugly? Ugly men are good in bed, you know.”

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