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… her for sleeping with John. She had promised. Had fucking promised. I’d trusted her. And now this! How could we move forward with our plans of leaving home and living together? How could we ever get past this?
Barbara Carter
Author, D. Denise Dianaty
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You never could have done.
Artist, Poet, author, wife & mom May my epitaph be "She reflected love into the world."
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