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An instant later, she bursts out laughing. It’s like magic. Unrestrained, high-pitched laughter that reminds me of chirping birds. I should be watching the road, but I can’t take my eyes off her. I’m so captivated by the sight that I ease my foot off the gas pedal so we don’t crash and stare at her.
Burned Dreams (Perfectly Imperfect, #7)
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