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Thirty Five
Liv looks at Jack, not comprehending the words that are coming out of his mouth as he tells her the news about Owen. “No.”
“Liv.”
“I said no, damn it!” She shouts at him, sitting up, trying to get off of the bed. “No. No, no, no! Fuck!” She smacks the remote on the side of the bed, knocking it to the floor.
“Liv-” Jack sa
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