Gestaltshouts

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Aaric turns his entire torso around to look at me. “How many letters?” I narrow my eyes. “Six.” He lifts two sandy-brown eyebrows. “I mean…it fits.” “Absolutely not.” Heat stings my cheeks.
Gestaltshouts
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