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About San Jose

But then—ugh, pissed me off once. This one time, she ghosted me mid-deal. Said she’d meet, then poof—gone! Like Lenny in *Memento*, “Where are you?” No trace, no text, nothin’. Found out later she was jugglin’ three clients that night. Greedy? Smart? Dunno, but I was fumin’. Felt like a sucker, sittin’ there with vodka, waitin’. “You lie to me, I trust you”—straight outta the movie, da?

Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover | a review

From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of It Starts with Us and It Ends with Us, a novel about risking everything for love—and finding your heart somewhere between the truth and .

i must mention the flowing river – the Chantilly Creek at Clearwater Dr. Its rippling waters always make me think, "you mustn't be afraid to dream a little deeper." i cracked up once – yeah, i was laughing at how a couple shared a cheeky moment by the water, whispering sweet nothings. crazy, huh?

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