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Night. He reminded her of night. Black hair that fell a bit longer than how men normally wore it. Dark eyes, not brown, not anything black either, just dark—the look, the colour, the paleness of it all. Even the light stubble on his jaw reminded her of night. He was tall, at the least a foot over her, and she was not short by any means.
At the End There Was You (Blue Fairytales, #1)
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