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I woke up not remembering how I fell asleep. My tears had run dry, fatigue settling in after hours of crying. The realization that Dante might not even care about my anguish pierced my heart. He had shared a bed with another woman, not me. It felt like a nightmare, and I hoped desperately that it was just some sort of trick of my imagination. Looki
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