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At the end of her rambling speech, the witch had turned her hooded face toward Eleonore, a lock of long black hair slinking out from the shadows. “I’m so glad we’re friends,” the witch had said solemnly. Friends. Putain de bordel de merde.
A Werewolf’s Guide to Seducing a Vampire (Glimmer Falls, #3)
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