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Jameson twirled the coin from one finger to the next. “Heads or tails, Heiress?” My eyes narrowed slightly, but I deeply suspected my pupils were dilating, drinking it all in. This was us. Jameson. Me. Our language. Our game. Head or tails?
Games Untold: An Inheritance Games Collection
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