Caitlin

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He was too focused on the TV to notice me. To notice the way I stared at the side of his face…and wanted to stare at it forever. The way my heart had slipped past my ribs and attached to my sleeve like a flag that blew in the wind. The way I missed him even when he was just feet away.
The Carver (Fifth Republic #2)
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