by Joseph

Sharp words out of her soft mouth. To be honest, Joseph even liked it. You can't stay married for a matter of years without enjoying your honey's flaws too. The next blonde over was like looking in a mirror, except that Abigail figured out how to be a Christian in this city.

The only reassurance Joseph has for Kaylee is that he's forgiven murderers before she came along.

He'd thought of his wife when he'd looked at Harlow— blame the psychoactives for that. No excuse when it comes to Meredith, though.

"What are you lookin' at?"

Nothing. Not a thing.

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