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Jul 2020
My insides are tied in knots. My face is flush with rage! How dare he do me this way! My blood boils and my teeth grind as my eyes narrow their focus. There he goes smiling as if nothing happened, he will soon regret how he treated me. He will know what it means to be a woman scorned.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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   Timothy Ward
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