Meg fletcher

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“Don’t.” “Don’t what?” I ask, confused. “Don’t fidget. Don’t adjust. You look…” he stops himself and swallows. “You look fine.” My hands fall a little helplessly at my sides. “I’m all sweaty.” And I’m starting to feel even hotter under his scrutiny.
The Write Place (Leade Park, #1)
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