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She’d met someone; started looking after walking in on Jack with Harold. All these years she’d blamed herself for not being attractive enough, accommodating enough, adventurous enough. It was time to feel warm strong arms around her that wanted her.
Jack was more than generous as they split up the assets. It was a way to salve his conscience. He didn’t have to hide anymore. Harold told Alice, who punched him in the face. Jack and Harold bought a condo in Brazil.
Tasmania’s sun was the same but different. Arm in arm, she and Miranda breathed in their new lives.
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