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No," Wednesday agreed. "You have tortured with silence. You let her grieve for a soul she did not lose, mourn a heart that should not have broken, and berate herself for betraying the man she loves...with the man she loves. It can't be 'true' love without the truth, Rumbold
Alethea Kontis
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Her heart was an invalid convinced that it would not survive many more sunsets
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He was furious with himself for having lived these last days on a wish. On a lie. A kiss does not make the future. Love alone does not make a life
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They say that secrets live at the bottom of a wine bottle. Mama had made it there the night before, slow glass by slow glass, but she'd never spoken a word
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They know their crime," she said. "They know their shame
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