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Ever since I was a child, the thought of something lurking under my bed has sent shivers down my spine. The creaky floorboards, the eerie shadows cast by my nightlight, …

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Everyone at the courthouse assumed I was her grandson. The clerk even winked. But I was marrying Imelda—71, Cuban, sharp as hell—and I meant it. Or thought I did. We …

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