Joey | Fiction.and.Friction

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“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, wistfully walking away and glancing over her shoulder with a sly grin. “But you are.” She winked. “You’re going far. Carry me with you. Sing me all of your songs. Be with the man of our dreams. Just don’t be afraid.”
Sunday Morning (Sunday Morning, #1)
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