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Jul 12 2008

Etta

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Earlier chapters: The Rodeo Girl…the dance floor The Apartment Problem Glass Question Token The Little Girl Live Theatre with Etta Etta Has Flown the Coop Face to Face Choosing In Retrospect… Yes Etta and the Card The last three chapters: Part I Etta and the Lie Etta had just moved in with Jeffery when the lying began. She had told people that she was childless, married for money and lived [...]

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