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She squeaked as he lay back and plopped his head in her lap. “Excuse me.” She shot him a look. “I’m tired after performing.” He looked up at her with a lazy smile. “I do enjoy a mid-afternoon nap.” “You’re joking.”
The Puppeteer (Harrow Faire, #2)
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