Cheyenne Langamin ⋆ ˚₊‧

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I had imagined tears, confidences, talk, a wonderful morning of confessions and reconciliation. Instead here we were, walking arm in arm, she bundled up, dirty, scarred, I disguised as a young lady of good family.
The Story of a New Name (Neapolitan Novels #2)
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