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by was

hot and silent. In my first life, I lost my baby to a man' s

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orn from the horrors of my past. An unloved child, a chi

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ad been buzzing about it, a story of tragic romance and a groom choosing his true

, I would

e them a wedding gift

enge had just begun. I had lost a child. Liam an

p reminder of my purpose. It was the pri

ve. The old Chloe was gone, burned away in a basement shrine. The n