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... nd inherited delusion, no one else has dared to bother me.

Perfect.

I like it that way.

The family may whisper behind their glasses and trade glances thick with judgment, but none of them have the guts to say it to my face. Not with Julie flanking me like a vengeful saint in stilettos and eyeliner sharp enough to carve bone.

They know better. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Now we’re going to church.

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The Castellanos don’t do modest ceremonies.

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