Anissa Summers

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“I didn’t stutter,” he snaps. “Asleep, where? Because you weren’t at our house. There’s been no one there since you left at like nine a.m.?” “I went to my parents’ house, where I told you I’d be when I left yesterday morning,” I tell him. “You said you were going for breakfast, not to stay the whole damn day.”
What Was Meant to Be
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