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“Now, unless you want this moment to grow incredibly awkward for both of us, I do recommend you get off my lap.” Her face rushed with heat, and she knew she must have been blushing the same color as his suit. Just a little too quickly, she took his handkerchief and stood, wiping her face with it.
The Puppeteer (Harrow Faire, #2)
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