Really, it's my fault. It was there. A hundred times there. How often did I see it? I knew. It kept happening. Over and over, you'd say you were through with him...and over and over, I'd believe it...no matter what my eyes showed me. No matter what my heart told me. My. Fault.
Richelle MeadI couldnโt help it,โ I said, knowing how lame that sounded. It was as bad as Angelineโs โitโs not my faultโ mantra.
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