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Perhaps I’ll relieve him of one of his hands, so he never has the opportunity to lay it on a woman again.
Not until I looked into a pair of ocean-blue eyes and realized that perhaps drowning was a beautiful thing.
Not until I looked into a pair of fiery blue eyes and realized that perhaps burning was a painless thing. Not until I looked into a pair of sky-blue eyes and realized that perhaps falling was a peaceful thing.
“Vicious little thing.”

