Harir ₊˚⊹ᰔ

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“This’ll kill me!” he snaps accidentally, and his eyes go wide after he’s said it. He presses his hand into his mouth and steadies his breathing. Four breaths in and out of his nose. “Georgia—fuck.” He swallows heavily. “Please don’t do this. Please.”
The Conditions of Will
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