The Confession of Claire Hanson
If you love someone, let them go.
“Nate? Yeah. He’s here.” The red-haired man who’d opened the door nodded until he resembled one of those bobble head dolls.
“Where is he?”
“Living room.” He gestured for me to come inside. His Corona s…
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