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A cord of longing tugged at my gut. I’d never had that, not with anyone. I probably never would. It meant growing roots and watching vines crawl up your body, so tight and unyielding they could suffocate you. My skin itched at the thought.
Brewed in Magic (Falling for Fables #2)
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