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asked, my voice

ere trembling with rage. "My source. Inside the hospit

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her, not u

word a hammer blow. "It's a lie. Felicia doesn't have cancer.

ted. My ears

se for stage effects. The nurse is terrified, but she told her friend. Felicia has been putting o

ake a terminal illness... to manipulate a man's guilt an

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face instantly flooded wi

nother wave of agony ripped through me. It fe

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n was spreading across the lig

e sound a raw plea. "

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