Broken Vows
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Last published Thu, Jan 23, 2025
Some vows were made to be broken.
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"You know, maybe this marriage is going to be exactly how I imagined." she says in a tone that's flat yet harsh, her eyes ice cold.
"Oh? And how's that?" I ask with sarcasm dripping from my tongue, tilting my head.
"Miserable and utterly loveless."
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SORRY I WON'T DO THAT AGAIN. ! A someone who was bearing all this shit screamed so hard and heard own acho in woods. ??:- I was forced to marry you. I never wanted to be with you. /she let out the words / ??:-.------ / silence she received/ ??:- you ruined my life. < amellie suddenly wake up . It was nightmare . She looked around there was nothing than darkness ....just like my life >
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SORRY I WON'T DO THAT AGAIN. ! A someone who was bearing all this shit screamed so hard and heard own acho in woods. ??:- I was forced to marry you. I never wanted to be with you. /she let out the words / ??:-.------ / silence she received/ ??:- you ruined my life. < amellie suddenly wake up . It was nightmare . She looked around there was nothing than darkness ....just like my life >
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