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“But she is so small. Her shoulders barely fit in my grip if I wished to hold her. She gets cold in the warmest of waters. She doesn’t like raw fish or oysters, and she doesn’t know how to gather her own food. If someone tries to attack her, she does not know how to fight. My woman is soft.”
Song of the Abyss (Deep Waters, #2)
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