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She runs to me, and I squat to catch her as she buries her face in my neck, her tears wetting my skin. She came to me, trusting that I could offer her comfort. I run my fingers through the tips of her hair, and my lips part in surprise when she calms down.
Give Me Butterflies (Oaks Sisters, #1)
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