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Oh Fiona. I think I love you. I don’t care how fucked up you are, because we are all fucked up in some way, shape or form…And you own it.Our story picks up with Fiona still admitted for her sexual addiction problem. She is still unclear as to what happened on the evening that Deacon was stabbed. Further, she is having very hot fantasies about our dear doctor Elliott.
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