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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Bree, is there something you want to tell me?” Trent asked, his hand on top of hers in the sand.
Slowly, Bree nodded and pulled her phone out of her pocket. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. Do you know why Hank was so upset last night?”
Trent nodded, and she was surprised. She’d assumed he had no idea. “He still has fe
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