Brittany Rose

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But it was the smile on the blond man’s face that seemed to just… click. To say maybe this wasn’t a prank. That I wasn’t imagining this. “Aaron?” His name out of my mouth sounded as wary as it seemed in my head. “Yeah,” the man my gut was 99 percent sure was the person I’d spent a year e-mailing, said.
Dear Aaron
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