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Her chances of a successful escape had always been as far away as the sea.
Third rate and cheesy.
Back outside, as she took steps to leave, he reached for Adah’s hand, kissed it, and pressed it against his cheek. “On our wedding night, I’m going to sop you up like a biscuit . .
What is it with all the romantic bakery talk?
