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I rub the nape of my neck, dropping my gaze to the floor. My heart rockets, taking off, and fireworks explode. She doesn’t need to be in front of me anymore. I don’t need to see her smile for them to appear. Just the mere thought of her makes me feel…me.
Please Don't Go (The Midnight Strike, #1)
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