You don’t get to call me a whore. When I met you, I thought I found the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done. So all the boys, and all the bars, and all the obvious daddy issues--who cared? Because I was done. You left me. You chose Addison. I’m all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to
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