Heather Baker

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I reach down to retrieve my bag and find it missing. What the ever loving fuck? I just had it before she pushed me. I look up and freeze for a moment when I see a hand extending out the strap of my bag, but behind that I see a man with the lightest pair of striking green eyes I have ever seen in my damn life, offering me a kind smile. He doesn’t speak though, just holds out my bag.
Myers
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