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Twenty two
POV: Calla Harlow I felt my world was crumbling into a million different pieces, and I could hardly stop the tears that were welled up in my eyes, threatening to fall. I felt hurt, broken, and shattered. I wanted to die and it was as though my whole life had been a lie. I should have known from the onset that Adan Bradford was bad news, and I never should have welcomed him into my life. All he had told me was just a lie, and I had made a fool out of myself. I could never forget the mean and despicable things he had said to his friends about me, and I didn’t even get why he had said those things. He could have just affirmed that he wasn’t in a relationship with me and that would have been just fine. Why did he have to go ahead and tell his friends those trashy things about me? What did I
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