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Thomas glanced between them, frowning slightly. “You know,” he said, “now that I see the two of you sitting side by side like this, I’m finding it a little bit unsettling.” Colton’s mouth split into a grin. “It’s okay, Walsh. You can admit you think I’m pretty.”
I Am Made of Death
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