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“
I was spinning, tipsy, teetering on the edge of being wasted on Whiskey. I’d dreamed of kissing Jamie so many times, but nothing could compare to how it really felt — his hands on me, so strong, his mouth skilled and passionate.
”
― A Love Letter to Whiskey
― A Love Letter to Whiskey
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