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2024-10-29 19:42:56A long run on the beach at dawn hadn’t been enough for Trent to escape the uneasy feeling he had inside. After Monica had broken up the dance he shared with Bree at the club the night before, he’d laid awake most of the night thinking about her. He knew the fact that she’d wrapped her arms around his neck to dance had been partially the alcohol and partially Bree’s innocence. She certainly hadn’t meant to offend Monica, but that was easy to do, and once his fiancée was up in arms about something, it was difficult to get her to let it go. She’d been talking about Bree for the rest of the night.
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