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She stifled a sigh, realizing she was going to have to train herself not to stare at him quite as often as she was used to, otherwise there would be no chance of hiding the fact that, despite all his attempts to persuade her otherwise, she was still hopelessly in love with him.
“Oh, I wouldn’t know. We haven’t spent an evening gossiping and painting each other’s toenails since the kidnapping.”
For my next trick, I will win a staring contest with the moron in orange sunglasses.
Winter was a well-loved princess who was prettier than a bouquet of roses and crazier than a headless chicken.

