Page 101 of Mafia Devil's Secret Baby
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It’s not the weight of this life that breaks you.
It’s trying to carry it alone.
“I love you,” I tell her, the words coming as naturally as breathing now.
“I know,” she says, then laughs at my expression. “I love you too, you possessive bastard.”
And that’s us in a nutshell. Not a fairy tale, not even close. Just two damaged people who figured out that their broken pieces fit together perfectly.
A family, messy and real, but ours.
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