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Instead of dancing to the music, the music was playing for her. Like it was made for her. Or something like that. I’d never been a particularly fancy-worded guy, eloquent I guess was the word? But I was sitting here waxing poetic about this girl like nobody’s business.
The Pucking Wrong Man (Pucking Wrong, #4)
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