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Martha's Nuclear Option

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~Katia~

Sam sent the link at seven AM with no message attached.

Just the link.

That was how I knew it was bad.

I opened it from bed. The magazine was a socialite publication, the kind that existed to document the lives of people who had too much money and not enough privacy. The kind my mother had been reading since before I was born. The kind she had been photographed for three times in the last decade.

The headline was: Behind the Mystery: The Brilliant Kensington Daughter Who Won't Let Her F
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