Sixty-five
Benny: Yes Vio?
Violette breathed a sigh of relief.
Violette: I'm sorry
Benny: It's okay. I still love you
Benny imagined Violette smiling at home with her cute dimples, her black-rimmed glasses pushed up her nose and her sparkling blue eyes.
God, he had missed her.
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