Clarissa

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“That’s my girl. That’s my fucking girl.” “What are you doing here?” I practically bawled into him. “I missed you.” “You what?” His arms tightened around me. “I missed you very much.” Oh hell. “I had to come see you,” he continued on. “You were here, and you didn’t tell me?”
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