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There was no need to change out of funeral attire, as men die every day—a cause for celebration.
Believe me when I say this woman gave me butterflies in my stomach. Though that might just be internal bleeding. Either way, she had charmed me.
It was quite annoying actually. I wanted to shove her off the bridge, but she might be more upset about the book getting wet rather than the sight of me.
I was almost jealous of the clothing clinging to his body, though I was most jealous of that scarf around his neck—which I would love to replace with my hands.
