Desiree

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“Little witch,” I murmured, running my hands through the silky strands of her hair. “You have to let go now.”  “Uh-uh.” Her lips curled up into a smile. “You’re always taking care of me. Let me take care of you for once. Till your dream goes away.”
Spookily Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #1)
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