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Before I can stop myself, I bend low and scoop her into my arms. I haul her against my chest and hold her so I can feel every breath. So I can feel the warmth of her skin and hear her every exhale. She’s alive. She’s alive. She’s alive.
Cognac Villain (Pushkin Bratva #1)
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