Debbie Tully Lipscomb

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“I love you,” Nick whispers, his lips grazing my earlobe. “So much.” And in the dark stillness of the night, the threat of nuclear war pounding at the door of this enclave we’ve carved out for ourselves, I am brave enough to voice the emotion that has lingered in my heart for so very long. “I love you, too.”
When We Left Cuba
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