Asrar Lydia

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When we talk, its similar to fencing. Our words become weapons, and when one of us attacks, the other feints left, then right. Neither of us knows how to disengage, so on and on it goes. We play the game so skillfully, I sometimes forget where I am, who I am, and whose company I’m enjoying.
The Surviving Trace (Surviving Time, #1)
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