Leandra Parsons

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Cass. My gaze seeks her out, and the moment I see her, the pressure subsides. It shouldn’t help, but it does. What that means, fuck, I don’t even want to know right now, but as I see her waving and screaming what looks like my name, I can feel my adrenaline start pumping, but this time, it’s filled with fierce determination.
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