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“I caught her staring at my lighter.” I blinked. “You gave a child, in a psych ward, a lighter.” His eyes crinkled at the corners. “She seemed trustworthy.” “You’re sick,” I said, but smiled. “Nobody’s perfect.” Noah smiled back.
The Evolution of Mara Dyer (Mara Dyer, #2)
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