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Chapter 81: Hate Sex

작가: Ellen Edgar
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I saw him the moment he walked into the reception.

Of course he was here. Of course Marcus would show up to Sarah's wedding even though we'd specifically agreed—years ago when we broke up—that if we ever ended up at the same event, we'd maintain distance and civility.

Civility. That was a laugh.

Marcus Chen looked exactly the same as he had two years ago when he'd ended our three-year relationship with a text message. Tall, sharp-featured, with the kind of effortless attractiveness that made wo
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