“Their love wilted to the point where they could’ve been mistaken for strangers.”
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He was sinking—deeper and deeper into a hopeless depression, unable to see any way out. Their love wilted to the point where they could’ve been mistaken for strangers. And, while Ray realized long ago how self-destructive and completely absurd—bordering on the satanic—it was to hinge his emotional happiness or depression on the fake empire—that man-made game of stock fluctuations—Savannah was not so far advanced. “How much longer are you going to let this go on?” she demanded, leaning back in the booth, her voice sharp with disgust—ready to start a war.
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