Then I walked around to the passenger side.
My heart stopped.
Bright red spray paint covered both doors.
**YOU’RE MARRYING A LIAR.**
Underneath it were four more words.
**ASK HIM ABOUT EMILY.**
I couldn’t breathe.
—
I rushed back inside.
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Then I walked around to the passenger side.
My heart stopped.
Bright red spray paint covered both doors.
**YOU’RE MARRYING A LIAR.**
Underneath it were four more words.
**ASK HIM ABOUT EMILY.**
I couldn’t breathe.
—
I rushed back inside.
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