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She trails off, her lips slowly curling upward into a small smile.  Wow…whoa…whoa.  I don’t blink or breathe, afraid it’ll disappear or this is all a dream, but when she locks eyes with me, her small smile just barely deepens, and I swear my brain short-circuits. 
Please Don't Go (The Midnight Strike, #1)
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