Lydia N Driver

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“No therapy.” I groan. “Don’t bring it up. We’re having a perfectly normal conversation, and I don’t need the reminder that all you see when you look at me is how fucked-up I am.” Derek sighs, and the sound tugs at me. “You’re not fucked-up.”
Not Catching Love (Accidental Love, #5)
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