Desiree

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“You’re my home, Willow,” he said, taking my hands in his. “I told you that. And wherever you want to be… I want to be there, too.”  “Okay.” I liked the sound of that.  “Home?” He asked again, his voice quiet. “Home,” I agreed. 
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