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“It may be some of us aren’t meant to marry.” “I suppose not.” Reid put on his hat. “But you’d agree all of us are meant to love.”
Reid’s hands melting skin and bone every place they touched accomplished what even a bottle of whiskey couldn’t,
“Father Francis used to say falsehoods are as necessary as the truth for a contented world.”
“Not much in this old world isn’t better, shared.”

