Erika Wilde

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He was going to kill me. “Because you don’t need me here.” “Who the hell said that?” I was seconds away from crying. “No, you don’t.” “Yes. I do,” he insisted. “You were snugglin’ on the couch with me the other day, and now you don’t even want to be in the same city.”
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