Lisa Smith

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He squeezed her tight, strong arms trapping her. He kissed the side of her head, getting emotional himself but fighting the burning of his eyes by closing them. This woman was his best damn friend. He owed her everything. She had let him use her in ways that he knew had stained her soul. She had stuck by him, giving him everything, setting no limits in ways that would have eased his transition. She had loved him, and in return, he would always love her. He
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