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Chapter Fifteen : Life And Blame
Samlin Greenham
Martha Stewart is dead.
Part of me wants to yell that it's not my fault that she died, but another part of me is telling that you're the one who went to see her last night. Now, I know from where Mahone got her address. From me, for sure, when that embarrassing, sexy thing happened with me and him, the address must be slipped away from my pocket. And obviously he took the page and went there to do what? Investigate? He doesn't look like a dumbass, then why did he go there?
It's the worst holiday ever.
I sigh and pick my phone up. After my pretty intense conversation with Lynn, actually I'm feeling kind of dizzy and confused. At some moments, you can tell me - "Forgiveness is a great virtue," then again, since I'm not an angel, since I've my anger, contempt, revenge, it's pretty hard to forget the past. He gave me his phone number today, in case if anything happened to me.
I dial my mother's number, the line'
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