Aya Zickefoose

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The only way I’d been able to deescalate the situation was to apologize. Tell him I was wrong, reassure him of my love, and thank him for taking care of me. To snuggle into bed with him. To let him hold me. To stroke his wounds.
The Blooms That Broke Us (Tennessee Love Stories)
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