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“There is a very small part of me that has wanted to bed you since I met you, Evelyn Hugo.” I laughed and hit him on the arm. “No, there is not.” “A small part,” Harry said, defending himself. “It goes against all my greater instincts. But it is there nonetheless.”
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The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo
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